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I am a King, Or an Emperor rather, I wear crown-imperial And prince's-feather; Golden-rod is the sceptre I wield and wag, And a broad purple flag-flower Waves for my flag. Elder the pithy With old-man and sage, These are my councillors Green in old age; Lord-and-ladies in silence Stand round me and wait, While gay ragged-robin Makes bows at my gate.
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