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The Emperor's garden |
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Of gold and crimson hues |
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Was a prision to a nightingale |
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Who sang of love |
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A love she dreamed of |
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One stormy night |
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Her cage fell to the ground |
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On a wind so cold it carried knives |
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Flying so righ |
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She touched the sky |
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Never looking back to the see the sadness |
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That she left behind |
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Never Knowing where the moon |
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Would guide her |
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As the night turns to day |
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And the stars kneel to pray |
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You can almost hear her song of life |
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Each passing day,the Emperor grew pale |
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Having lost his only sunshine |
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A broken heart tore him apart |
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One final breath was taken with a smile |
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As the velvet song of the nightingale |
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Flew so high |
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Piercing the sky |
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Never looking back to the see the sadness |
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That she left behind |
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Never Knowing where the moon |
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Would guide him |
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As the night turns to day |
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And the stars kneel to pray |
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You can almost hear her song of life |
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Throught the clouds on the mountains high |
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Lonely winds sing a lullaby |
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As the nightingale returns once more |
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Never looking back to the see the sadness |
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That she left behind |
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Never Knowing where the moon |
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Would guide her |
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As the night turns to day |
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And the stars kneel to pray |
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You can almost hear her song of life |
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Throught the clouds on the mountains high |
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Lonely winds sing a lullaby |
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As the nightingale returns once more |
