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When in Bohemia there were kings and queens, / The crown was laid upon the head that had / To bear and to exalt it -- on the King's, / And then upon the shoulder of the Queen.
The shoulder bears the weight, the head the burden; / The shoulder lifts, the head must carry. Great / For both the heaviness, the endless pain, / For both the thorns, for both hard labour, thankless / Unending work, the sorrow of their people, / The care of each and all, the scorching tears / Of all, that make their path a desert, and / Their robe so heavy, as if dew had changed / Into the icy hangings of the frost.