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The mistress of the dawn strides along |
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With her solitary pawn |
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Who lingers on, then is gone |
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With no word and no one heard |
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Where he went to this day |
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Maybe he will sail away |
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The children of the sun having fun |
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Didn't realize they were done |
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Because the pawn chanced to wander through the camp |
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Just like a tramp |
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He left his stamp there to this day |
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Maybe he will sail away |
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Gone are silent summer rains |
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Wind is rolling off the plains |
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Bringing ice upon the breeze |
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Making flowing water freeze |
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The minstrel of the land made a stand |
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In a castle made of sand |
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Watched it fall in the frost |
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And the message was lost |
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With one last word to deliver |
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Under ice upon the river |
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It lies frozen to this day |
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Maybe it will sail away |
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Sail away |
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Frozen to this day |
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Maybe it will sail away |
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Maybe it will sail away |
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Maybe it will sail away |
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Maybe it will sail away... |
