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In the Kingdom of Spain |
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There are such colours |
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They defy any name |
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Like drab and dolor |
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Oh the King and the Queen of Spain |
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With their long unpronouncable names |
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Grace the table at the long lost Kingdom of Spain |
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In the Kingdom of Light |
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A lithe young lawyer |
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Tries a case for her unjustly arrested brother |
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But oh the King and the Queen of Light |
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Rule with unbendable might |
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So it's to the gallows for the long lost Kingdom of Light |
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In the Kingdom of Love |
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We're all just fodder |
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As the cannonades drub |
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Our sons and daughters |
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But oh the King and the Queen of Love |
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In their long white fingerless gloves |
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Bang the gavel for the long lost Kingdom of Love |
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Of love |
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Of love |
