I continue to reach the cliffs of the rocks at high tide
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cursed in the foam on the waves
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where the castle once stood out the prince became the young king
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I only know why he laughed a little
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The young king knelt alone every night on the shore
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He kept thinking about the little fairy he had lost
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And it's me, the lost fairy
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as the people followed their love, the young king entered the sea
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the foam on his insteps washes me
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As the sea current he went deeper
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happy he wanted to stay with me
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He only returned home to sleep
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So he longed to know
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who likes me
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Who knows, who knows
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Why people are still weak
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Who knows, who knows
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Why people betray
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The young king went where the castle once stood on the coast
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I only know that he laughed a little.
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The young king knelt alone every night on the shore
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He kept thinking about the little fairy he had lost
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And it's me, the lost fairy
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And he felt he liked her
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To whom is it to say that the young king should have survived far more sorrow
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Before leading he had victorious battles useless.
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He felt it alone when he stood on the shore
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he saw the fairy he had betrayed
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Who knows when the fairy forgives
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Until he felt that he liked her.
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When he felt alone
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that he likes me
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As people go for freedom so he entered the sea
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and went on. |
The foam washes his sleep, it's me
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As the sea current he went deeper
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and he remained happy forever
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He will be asleep in my arms.
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He already knows
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Who likes me…
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I continue to reach the cliffs of the rocks at high tide
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cursed in the foam on the waves
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where the castle once stood out the prince became the young king
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I only know why he laughed a little |