| My entrance purely pleasure
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| For your riches I ask you not
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| For I am the gleeman
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| Who loves to sing
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| And strike upon my golden harp
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| So I bow before you o mighty king
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| In the hopes you hear my song
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| These feet have traveled far and wide
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| In a life lived FOR THE song
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| I claim no land my home
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| For I know not where I’m from
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| Traveled mountain peaks
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| And valleys low
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| In a life for the son of a bard
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| Raise your harp my friend
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| For the song that burns
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| In your heart
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| Sing of the heroes
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| And the days that time forgot
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| Sing of the days of the Earls and
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| The Kings and the Knights
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| That conquered great feats
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| For these are the things
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| That we all dream
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| But only your eyes have seen
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| A life for a lyric
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| I’ve traveled these war lands deep
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| Raging the knights in shining armor
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| Surely death awaits the weak
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| I’ve sailed the viking vessels
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| Plunging the northern seas
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| Crossing the blue horizon
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| No land for the eye to see
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| For the eye to see
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| Raise your harp my friend
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| For the song that burns
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| In your heart
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| Sing of the heroes
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| And the days that time forgot
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| Sing of the days of the Earls
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| And the Kings and the Knights
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| That conquered great feats
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| For these are the things
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| That we all dream
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| But only your eyes have seen |