all the king's horses
all the king's men
armoured and fresh
crowns full of jewels
all that regal horse flesh
spit and polish horse guards
gleaming golden crests
so a new age coronation
gathering blood relations
a few broken shards
hail a new king
something over
many nations
hail monarchs too
those polished horse guards
tempered pomp and steel
flying flags with embroidered crests
a show of pompous crowns
bestowed with such haughty sparkle
all that monarchy feels
but truly a tempest rules
all that tempered pomp and steel
is a game of kings and fools

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