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All turns to ash
The king has passed
Bells resonate
from the ancestral house
The doors of dawn
open their eyes
His voyage begins
at the end of the night

All his servants stand in line
His banquet's full of bread and wine
A hooded guest appears in red
He has been chosen
Six black horses pull the hearse
The jester speaks rhymes in reverse
As he fell into an endless dream
The Queen is mourning

All is gray
For he has gone away
Our sun is gone
Voices sing in minor tones
All keys of sorrow
Never to feel the autumn wind again
Where he once walked

Never to see the morning come again
Until he returns
The summer has burned away
Into the arms of death he slipped
Away
His presence is like the sun
His absence a howling wilderness

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