The Sun sets again on the Empire. There is a sadness throughout the land. A beloved man no longer graces us with his presence. A man who united a kingdom, yet turned down its crown. All I can say is:
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun in the sky for sorrow will not show its head.
Go hence and learn to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardoned and some punished.
For never was a story of more woe
Than the setting of the Sun
And the dimming of his glow
The End
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