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T here's a myth of forbidden love
H ere is where it originated and bloom like no other
E ver heard of that kingdom where rich and poor need permission just to know one another?

C harming is an understatement to describe the castle.
R esidence of the King and his family, the royals.
O ne could not but wonder in dazzle,
'W hat could ever lack in such a region, so regal?'
N othing could ever be as special.

P eople over there bathe in gold.
R ampant were their riches but their hearts are cold.
I  t's not our fault they're dirt poor, they told.
N o soul but one, in fairness he chooses to uphold.
"C an't we just share, don't we have too much already?," he scolds
E nter the crown prince, whenever he speaks, tension enfold.

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P rince he may be but a pauper he appears to many,
A ll the time he would complaint ungratefully,
R ighteous he may be but nothing he does to fight the authority,
K nown as 'The King's Headache' , but still loved by the servants dearly.

"J ungmin, I told you, go study and stop talking to birds," The King orders.
"U hh, what if I don't want to, will you send me to the borders?"
N othing seem to be agreed between the son and the father, from all corners.
G wonhan Kingdom's future, how would it be, one wonders. 

M aybe the Prince will fight, or maybe he has a different thought,
I  gniting changes would mean to go against too many; a fraught,
N o, he'd rather talk to the birds, or meet his friend, the palace dancer who sings trot.

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