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Extirpate the Potentate

The famed archer perches on the minaret While the waxing moon disappears He studies the dancing silhouettes Waiting on the reclusive premier The scant light of a torch coyly dances And soon the moribund ruler emerges The bowman knows where his allegiance is Soon the realm will be singing dirges The arrow hits the heart and it is rent apart And so departs the tyrannical tetrarch

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