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My entrance purely pleasure |
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For your riches I ask you not |
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For I am the gleeman |
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Who loves to sing |
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And strike upon my golden harp |
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So I bow before you o mighty king |
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In the hopes you hear my song |
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These feet have traveled far and wide |
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In a life lived FOR THE song |
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I claim no land my home |
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For I know not where I'm from |
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Traveled mountain peaks |
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And valleys low |
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In a life for the son of a bard |
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Raise your harp my friend |
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For the song that burns |
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In your heart |
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Sing of the heroes |
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And the days that time forgot |
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Sing of the days of the Earls and |
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The Kings and the Knights |
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That conquered great feats |
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For these are the things |
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That we all dream |
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But only your eyes have seen |
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A life for a lyric |
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I've traveled these war lands deep |
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Raging the knights in shining armor |
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Surely death awaits the weak |
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I've sailed the viking vessels |
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Plunging the northern seas |
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Crossing the blue horizon |
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No land for the eye to see |
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For the eye to see |
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Raise your harp my friend |
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For the song that burns |
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In your heart |
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Sing of the heroes |
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And the days that time forgot |
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Sing of the days of the Earls |
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And the Kings and the Knights |
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That conquered great feats |
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For these are the things |
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That we all dream |
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But only your eyes have seen |