| I crowned the same old passing of time
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| Gave the golden sceptre though it was never really mine
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| He made the days all pass me by
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| In such idyllic swiftness, he didn’t even try
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| And so it goes, the stillness covers my ears
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| Tenderly, until all sound disappears
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| Now it shows, while wind is swinging the trees
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| Vigorously
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| Well, it has stopped to move me
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| I praised the same old spending of time
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| Slept on the whitest beaches in the calmest of nights
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| They held me chained and captive so I
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| Could never join the sea in its ever changing tides
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| If I’m to let it in
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| It might just stay forever
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| If I’m to welcome him
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| We might just stay together
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| The crown remains, it’s always been mine
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| I ought to wear it better, I ought to know it now
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| And so it goes, the stillness covers my ears
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| Tenderly, until all sound disappears
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| Now it shows, while wind is swinging the trees
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| Vigorously
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| Well, it has stopped to move me |