Every dawn a large angel, his head bent
To avoid scraping the ceiling, brings Shah Rukh
Six undeniable truths. At dusk a smaller angel
Wraps the truths in black wool and a demon,
Smaller still, carries the truths away.
Once the moon fully rises three old men
Come sit by his bed, whispering lies
So that the Shah can fall asleep at last.
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