Chapter VIII
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Gone all the royal regalia
And the black magician’s wands;
Now the royal priest turned peddler
Earns his bread in strange new lands.
Trading from city to city,
He journeys wide and far
Till he finds in a distant corner
A damsel like a star.
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Poems of evolutionChapter VIII
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