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King in exile remains a king,

This is remembered by the crowd and court

But beggars, even with the golden ring

Deserve the fortune of the wailsome sort

The fortune's folly is a sound reason

But our life is constantly in change

Here reigns and rules His Majesty The Chance

Above all transient, perishable, fleeting.

All comes to end: the fame and honour

Will turn to nothing francs, pounds, doubloons

The currency quite solid is the only

The lovers' coins have a pretty tune,

It throws you down, then you're high above,

That golden coin with the name of Love!