Authority forgets a dying king — Alfred Tennyson
Authority forgets a dying king — Alfred Tennyson
Authority forgets a dying king — Alfred Tennyson
Authority forgets a dying king — Alfred Tennyson
Authority forgets a dying king — Alfred Tennyson
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Authority forgets a dying king

— Alfred Tennyson
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