| Dragons made of silk surround his chariot
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| Shining armours, chanting
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| Sending minds aloft
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| Though times are so hard
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| Now it’s time to greet with joy
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| Hail the master of the world
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| Glorious and bold
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| Victor by land and by sea
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| Get down on your knee
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| Bring light and flowers for he has come
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| Salute him 'cause he’s the one
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| Purpleborn — noble, lorn
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| World of thine — earthly or divine?
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| Here he comes wearing a jewelled diadem
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| Few will meet him or kiss his purple robe’s hem
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| He has got the power of life and death, untold
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| Hail the master of the world
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| Glorious and bold
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| Victor by land and by sea
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| Get down on your knee
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| Bring light and flowers for he has come
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| Salute him 'cause he’s the one
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| Purpleborn — noble, lorn
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| World of thine — earthly or divine?
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| Hail the master of the world
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| Slowly growing old
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| Victor by land and by sea
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| Will he ever be?
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| Bring light and flowers for he has come
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| Salute him 'cause he is the one
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| Purpleborn — noble, lorn
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| World of thine — earthly not divine |