I used to sit raised up,
crowned with
the many-colored flowers of prosperity;
though I may have flourished
happy and blessed,
now I fall from the peak
deprived of glory.
The wheel of Fortune turns;
I go down, demeaned;another is raised up;
far too high up
sits the king at the summit -
let him fear ruin!
Carmina Burana
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