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Throne
I sit in my chair
My bastion of hope
I hold on tight
To my climbers rope
I sit and wait
For you to see
That no one loves you
Quite like me
My tinman’s heart
My lion’s nerve
My scarecrow’s brain
My sub-horizon curve
I sit in my chair
My own fell thrown
Waiting for a queen
To make me her own
But the day never comes...
