| The king of Orion brings
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| The jewels from his belt and his sword
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| The emeralds shine through the trees
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| To dance upon the high forest lord
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| I am to you as I am to me
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| I am a star in a deep blue sea
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| I am the queen of a million queens
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| I am a ripple on a crystal stream
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| The three kings from the east bring gifts of gold frankincense and myrrh
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| They sing a song of coolness as they trip across the hills that never stare
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| The king of William shakes his spear writes upon the pages made of bread
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| He packs his bag, mounts the star, follows wherever he is led
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| The king of the desert brings a rainbow made of crystals of Assam
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| He strides across the dusty sea, a caravan of camels in his hand
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| Tonight
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| Where are they?
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| Where?
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| Where are my little slaves and why are they not in their caves
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| I’ll give them such unhappy days and force them all to change their ways
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| I’ll tie them to a book of rules and send them to my prison schools
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| Unto my elementarys and they will come out just like me
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| And Where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| And where have they gone?
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| Where have they gone?
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| They all ran after the dark lord’s wife
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| She cut off their love with a carving knife
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| Did you ever see anything else in your life as my blind mice
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| My blind mice
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| I am the lord with a plastic hand
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| Where are the slaves that I command
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| Where are the knights that were trembling at my words
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| And standing by the ruined gate
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| Just for the fish to catch their bate
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| And then my love to dark tunnel we shall go
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| Where are my little slaves and why are they not in their caves
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| I’ll give them such unhappy days and force them all to change their ways
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| I’ll tie them to a book of rules and send them to my prison schools
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| Unto my elementarys and they will come out slaves as me
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| And where am I? |