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So the elder had filled |
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His head with tales |
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And led him wrong, led him wrong |
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Thus the quest for glory |
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Was put aside |
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But not for long, not for long |
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For many a night he awoke with a fright but |
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Time heals all wounds |
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So the question remained |
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And unresolved |
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As days went by, months went by |
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And the feeling retained |
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Was something hard |
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To classify, classify |
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Suspicion of something |
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Majestic and full of wonder |
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The tugging of fate, to seek out the great |
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When none around him |
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Showed themselves |
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Worthy of |
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Following |
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Came the time |
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Dreams were born |
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Visions of |
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One man, |
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One King, |
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One Man |
