A strange prince drove through the region
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And the cornflowers withered
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When he forged bars from his fingers
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And from the arms of the railing
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He braided wires from his hair
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He had casemates from the palms
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And brocade rags
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Bad words instead of weapons
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He braided wires from his hair
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He had casemates from the palms
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And brocade rags
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Bad words instead of weapons
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Where they stepped, they grew up
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Just ocun and blin
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When there were no tears left
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So the gas helped them
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The wind blew the chaff out of the fields
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And Christ cried out of the cross
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When he treated wounds with salt
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That weird prince
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The wind blew the chaff out of the fields
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And Christ cried out of the cross
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When he treated wounds with salt
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That weird prince
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He was also a master and a servant
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And a bundle of eagles
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He tied a black ribbon
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He was already soaking in the channel
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And the deaf song faded
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When the raven marked the way
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Already - for the pleasure of the Devil -
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He announced in the manifesto
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And the deaf song faded
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When the raven marked the way
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Already - for the pleasure of the Devil -
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He announced in the manifesto
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He had a place for poetry writings
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And like plague prose
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And rats and rats
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And diphosgene and chlorine
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He wore a hat of paradise feathers
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And with dignity snob
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He made up fables
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In which malice won
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He wore a hat of paradise feathers
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And with dignity snob
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He made up fables
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In which malice won
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He had a baton instead of the law
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And farmsteads
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In which the murderers roared glory
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For the red cockade
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He blamed people for traitors
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He wrote passwords in the arcades
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In which - according to the taste of the rulers -
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A lie with a vice is combined
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He blamed people for traitors
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He wrote passwords in the arcades
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In which - according to the taste of the rulers -
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A lie with a vice is combined
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The prince also wears wreaths
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Terrified country
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He fears allies
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He walks with his head down
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And they have no idea that the children
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From the country where it's freezing
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Simply and without a will
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He'll knock his head off one day
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And they have no idea that the children
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From the country where it's freezing
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Simply and without a will
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He'll knock his head off one day |