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The scattered pages of a book by the sea |
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Held by the sand, washed by the waves |
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A shadow forms cast by a cloud, |
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Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide |
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Absorbs them effortlessly claiming. |
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They told of one who tired of all singing, |
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"Praise him, praise him." |
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"We heed not flatterers," he cried, |
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"By our command, waters retreat, |
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Show my power, halt at my feet," |
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But the cause was lost, |
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Now cold winds blow. |
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For from the north overcast ranks advance |
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Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn. |
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The waves surround the sinking throne |
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Singing "Crown him, crown him," |
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"Those who love our majesty show themselves!" |
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All bent their knees. |
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But he forced a smile even though |
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His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell). |
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"Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile." |
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More opened ears and opened eyes, |
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And soon they dared to laugh. |
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See a little man with his face turning red |
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Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead. |
