Lonely, so lonely
the king he sits,
Upon his eyes
sits a mist.
"Shoo, Shoo."
Let the king cry,
Don't bother him,
let him die.
"Leave that old man,"
The woman begs,
"Leave that old man,
to suffer his ways."
I went up to the king,
Just a servant.
"You left the princess,
stuck in that tower."
he knows I am not wrong.
"And you, my friend, have more than enough power!"
"Follow me, my love; to the Garden of Glore.
Follow me, my love; and worry no more."
"Cry here at night,
So the birds can sing.
Of a lonely king,
Who lost his dream."
Scattering away the servants go.
Never agian to see their king,
Not once more..
the king he sits,
Upon his eyes
sits a mist.
"Shoo, Shoo."
Let the king cry,
Don't bother him,
let him die.
"Leave that old man,"
The woman begs,
"Leave that old man,
to suffer his ways."
I went up to the king,
Just a servant.
"You left the princess,
stuck in that tower."
he knows I am not wrong.
"And you, my friend, have more than enough power!"
"Follow me, my love; to the Garden of Glore.
Follow me, my love; and worry no more."
"Cry here at night,
So the birds can sing.
Of a lonely king,
Who lost his dream."
Scattering away the servants go.
Never agian to see their king,
Not once more..

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