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England
Created on Wed, 14 Jan 2026 06:47:50 GMT
A tired disposition, a sad kingdom forelorn, Between moments of distraction, he curses where he's born. The history and virtues, his countrymen bemoan, A deference to cultures, distinct and not his own.
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