It feels heavy in my hands,
but light as a feather on my head.
It looks so pretty and bright,
it nearly blinds me when I look at it.
It smells like my hair shampoo
because it stayed on my head too long.
I think it tastes metallic, but this is only a guess.
I do not wish to eat my crown.
Lastly, it sounds like a clank where it hits the ground.
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