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He made his way to the border |
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In the shadow, under the trees |
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Down by a stream, in a hollow |
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Turn your head, feel the breeze |
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And the Red Queen was waiting for the news |
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For the White King to move |
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And the balance hung upon the head of one who tried |
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To stay within the shadows |
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And keep his undercover secret tight |
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They let him in by a backway |
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Into a chamber reserved for the Queen |
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She took the note that he gave her |
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Opened it slowly and started to read |
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Run to the treasury and bring me back some gold |
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Give it to the pawn who came, she cried |
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He says the White King thinks the game of chess is wrong |
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And all the courtiers crowded her |
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And this is what she told the gathered round |
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Go to the store by the dungeon |
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Take all the red paint, take all the white |
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Make up a newborn colour |
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Cover your neighbor, we'll be alright |
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There will be no game today, she cried across the board |
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Every day will be a holiday |
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And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroad |
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And the Pink Queen sat |
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And smiled at the cat, who smiled back |
