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For this day the King entered one word in his diary: RIEN! |
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Hey mother |
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The sun is high up |
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With his load today |
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Like thunder |
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The cry of all the nation |
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Will explode |
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Today |
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Again |
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Like a trip with no return |
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The King |
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The Crown |
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Will burn! |
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The Fourteenth of July |
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We'll gather in the light |
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We'll dance our dreams away |
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The Fourteenth of July |
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A smile is in our eyes |
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The future's here to stay |
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Today the light |
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Like a blindfold ricochet |
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Will bright our lies,our fights |
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For this day the King entered one word in his diary: Rien! |
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Which meant that he had not gone hunting and killed a stag. |
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That nothing was worth noting |
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Nothing |
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Nothing! |