Once thought noble anyway
Now fallen from the pedestal
Down to Earth he falls
Now like Mr. Dumpty
Broken...
Waiting for the King's men
But the men are all old and withered
It's a new world and we are all equal
No King now, no nobility
We will help you up
And getting up you dust yourself off
And find you're not cracked
No more a bust of marble but a man of flesh
Not as far to fall and more likely to have someone
Willing to catch you
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