| After the hunt
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| In the heat of the day
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| The Emperor rested
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| From the grueling chase
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| As he closed his eyes
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| And gave in to his dreams
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| His mind took him
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| Over mountains and streams
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| To the fairest of islands ever known
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| Through the gates of a mighty keep
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| To an old king on an ivory throne
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| And a maiden on a golden seat
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| His closed eyes had never seen
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| A maiden more fair than She
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| As he kneeled beside her gilded chair
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| She softly sang into his ear
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| «Emperor of Rome
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| You know I am real
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| Let me love you
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| Beyond your dream»
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| Alas right there and then
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| The emperor’s sleep came to an end
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| «It's better to be alone», he thought
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| «I have wars to wage, battles to fight
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| Love always leads to pain and loss»
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| But the maiden’s song stuck in his mind
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| «Emperor of Rome
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| You know I am real
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| If you love me
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| You’ll come to me»
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| He searched the lands
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| And gave in to his dream
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| His quest took him
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| Over mountains and streams
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| To the British islands, he would roam
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| Through the gates of a towering keep
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| There sat an old king on an ivory throne
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| And a maiden on a golden seat
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| His open eyes had never seen
|
| A maiden more fair than She
|
| As he kneeled beside her gilded chair
|
| He softly sang into her ear
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| «Empress of Rome
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| I knew you were real
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| Let me love you
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| Beyond my dreams» |