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Little King

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

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From worshipping I now arise Stunned and aghast, with open eyes I see the real, the little you I thought so gallant, brave and true.

A pity yet is mine, I fear, Since wherefore comes this falling tear, For none among your fawning throng Will love you well, nor love you long.

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