[00:08.12]The scattered pages of a book by the sea
[00:15.39]Held by the sand, washed by the waves
[00:19.25]A shadow forms cast by a cloud,
[00:25.62]Skimming by as eyes of the past, but the rising tide
[00:35.13]Absorbs them effortlessly claiming.
[00:38.68]They told of one who tired of all singing,
[00:42.18]"Praise him, praise him."
[00:46.30]"We heed not flatterers," he cried,
[00:49.90]"By our command, waters retreat,
[00:56.89]Show my power, halt at my feet,"
[01:02.77]But the cause was lost,
[01:04.78]Now cold winds blow.
[01:08.84]For from the north overcast ranks advance
[01:15.06]Fear of the storm accusing with rage and scorn.
[01:20.80]The waves surround the sinking throne
[01:25.25]Singing "Crown him, crown him,"
[01:28.81]"Those who love our majesty show themselves!"
[01:38.58]All bent their knees.
[03:12.30]But he forced a smile even though
[03:14.87]His hopes lay dashed where offerings fell (where they fell).
[04:56.42]"Nothing can my peace destroy as long as none smile."
[05:05.35]More opened ears and opened eyes,
[05:11.76]And soon they dared to laugh.
[05:28.53]See a little man with his face turning red
[05:30.66]Though his story's often told you can tell he's dead.