| Moonbeams and twilight
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| Sit by the fireside and glow
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| Casting grand shadows
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| All on the meadows below
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| But the old king is quiet
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| Looks into the fire, I think he knows
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| That his bubble has burst, and what’s worse
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| Is now it shows
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| His old world is changing
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| But he don’t notice at all
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| His kingdom is crumbling
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| But he can’t see it and so, oh
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| Some kings just don’t care
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| Happy just to stare and stare
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| And bad things will happen
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| That cause old castles to fall
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| He could have done something
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| Inspired a tired old Earth
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| Done something good, done something right
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| With which the people could unite and grow
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| For their old world is changing
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| But they don’t notice at all
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| Their kingdoms are crumbling
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| But they can’t see it and so, oh
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| Some kings just can’t say no
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| They’ll take till there’s nothing to grow
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| And bad things will happen
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| That cause old castles to fall
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| For its roots are rotten
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| Its old walls and all
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| And bad things happen
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| That cause old castles
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| Cause old castles
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| Cause old castles to fall
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| Oh |