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Once Upon a time,
There was a king without a queen ...
His crooked fingers ripped all the hearts
So he dreamed for a strong one

And his dreams carry him
To the soul of a moon girl
Cause night is a feast
And the feast now unfurls

The graves are dark for little people
But the king adores them
And beneath his mantle
A child's heart is hiding

And upon these graves,
Was born a garden
Deep in this land,
He comes to caress his dreams

And what a joy to see
That the heart does not bleed
Under his innocent claw
Under his pale hand

And he and the girl from the moon
They wander towards heaven
They nurture the garden
To reach the full bloom

The people have a bitter glance
See how they cry for vengeance!
Cause they don't understand the lily flower
The people take torches and pitchforks
The people are afraid because they hear the abyss ...

So much light creates shadows to hide
Unclean hands knocking on the gates of the castle
Where the king crowned the girl as his queen
And they watch the rain from their garden in the sky

The garden in the heart ...

The rain that falls on these hateful eyes
The people from down there, people, rats
And their groans of beasts
Suffocate before the blood flowers
Bringing down a divine hope

And then they pray,
They pray that never burns their garden
They pray that never burns their garden

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