This life's been reduced to the barest of crumbs
The answers produced in the smallest of sums
For effort has weighed on the challenge of dreams
The misery sings in the ears with its screams
No longer the art in the smallest of frames
The love and affection that finally tames
The unhappy life of the crown and the king
Never before have the passions took wing
And sung to the beauty of life that can be
When life is no longer an effort to flee
When measures of love detonate with esprit
The measure of life is not judged by degree
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