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There’s this deep-seated Doubt —
The lord of my domain;
I may be the regent,
But I’m only such in name.

He sits on my throne;
My subjects are his.
All the things I ever do
Are but to give him bliss.

I know him; but he knows me
And he knows I can’t resist:
All my fears and all my dreams
Are in his hands — I’m his.

And so to this tyrant-king
I must pay my due respects;
But in my mind, rebellion grows,
And soon we’ll have elects.

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