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queen's gambit declined
antoinette offered cakes, no, the pawns said, give your royal crown instead begone, the queen said, my crown stays till i die accept the sweet to live our tongues are numbed our throats are tight, no thanks, free us instead pawns cannot command, remember that, yours is to bow, follow, and wait you understand not, we pawns control the game we can cut off your head and that's what they did
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