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Oh, the wild, wild days of youth!
  My royal youth;
My blood was then my king:
  Maybe a little mad,
    But full of truth!

Oh, my lips were like a rose!
  And my heart, too;
It was torn out leaf by leaf:
  Ah! there be none that know
    How the leaves flew!

Oh, they dropped in the wine!
  The royal wine;
There were showers for the girls,
  Crowns for their white brows,
    And for mine!