| I had a dream I was a king
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| A king of empty things
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| I had a queen, she lit my way
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| And she wiped my tears away
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| My kingdom was broad and vast
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| I ignored it as it passed
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| As I walked
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| She left me, did my queen
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| Alone to think and dream
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| As I walked my mountain streams
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| I dried tears and all my fears
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| With ten thousand shields and spears
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| My queen came back again
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| But I was ready to defend
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| My heart now hard and cold
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| She left me without hope
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| With gray hair upon my head
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| My queen and youth had fled
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| My youth and queen, my mountain stream
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| Had been stolen by the years
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| I had a dream I was a king
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| A king of empty things
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| Alone to think and dream
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| But not to hope, or so it seems
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| But not to hope, or so it seems
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| But not to hope, or so it seems |