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BEFORE your feet, / My love, my sweet, / Behold! your slave bows down; / And in his hands / From other lands / Brings you another crown.
For in far climes, / In bygone times, / Myself was royal too: / Oh, I have been / A king, my queen, / Who am a slave for you!