FastSaying
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
Helen Hunt Jackson
Came
Day
Dead
Eldest
Father
Gate
Gray
Grew
Him
His
King
Made
Moss
One Day
Slave
Son
Stead
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