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Should your cup runneth over, the loss is not of wine
Your throne was once so golden, but the tarnish taints us all in time
As you revel in your decadent excess, to thy will I bend no knee
Do it stand with the damned or the blessed or find some land between
Where the boundaries are boundless and the bounties are countless
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