| Night becomes morning light
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| A solitary grave for the gallant and the brave
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| Shows the body of a knight
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| A solitary grave for the gallant and the brave
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| He was loved, «He might have been a king», people said
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| But kingdoms crumble and nature takes good care of the dead
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| Life has just begun
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| Swarming flies let offspring eat
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| He would never run away, no he never ran away
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| Ravens make their dinner sweet
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| He would never run away, no he never ran away
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| Oh he was loved, «He might have been a king», people said
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| But kingdoms crumble and nature takes good care of the dead
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| Life has just begun:
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| Wounds are filled in with earth, assiduous earth The sun breathes life into the
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| field, the dewy field
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| Sword in hand, in armour grand
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| He would never run away no he never ran away
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| He was the flower of this land
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| He would never run away, no he never ran away
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| Oh he was loved, «He might have been a king», people said
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| But kingdoms crumble and nature takes good care of the dead
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| Life has just begun:
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| Wounds are filled in with earth, assiduous earth The sun breathes life into the
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| field, the dewy field
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| His lady waits, his mother moans
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| He will never run away, no he’ll never run away
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| But weeds now hide his bare white bones
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| He will never run away, no he’ll never run away
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| He was loved, «He might have been a king», people said
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| But kingdoms crumble and nature takes good care of the dead
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| Life has just begun |