A doggerel refrain.

Wilful in the mist
my ever-elusive dream.
Reluctantly a kiss
that rips and starts to scream.

The old empire
in simple attire.
With volumes of shame
for an ounce of grain,
just so, call me a liar.

Willful in sin
as tender as a grin.
so simple and plain
a doggerel refrain
"the king is not where you begin."

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