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Tales to be pleasant |
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among the peasants |
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I'll sing of kings and knights |
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song saying worlds turn |
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to codes of honor |
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ruling on day and night |
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day and night. |
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Knights |
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posess the strongest pride |
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but fragile hearts inside |
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sometimes keep their spear from striking high |
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Cries |
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the kingdom's fall and rise |
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fights on the country side |
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love and blood and armors left behind |
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There's no bad or good |
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just sorrow |
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And I say |
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Bow and arrow |
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bow and arrow find their way |
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bow and arrow |
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bow and arrow wound my heart |
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bow and arrow should never part |
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war should never start |
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war should never start |
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Sing of the lone hearts |
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sing of the lands far |
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sing it in words and rhymes |
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songs of the minstrels |
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echoe throught castles |
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calling to future times |
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Oh time |
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Night, the chambers shine with light |
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where Ladies virtues lie |
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'til the fire of love will make them die |
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Minds, who trust in magic lies |
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just drown in nature's tide |
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Eagles born with broken wings don't fly |
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Open up your heart |
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and your eyes |
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and you'll see |