| [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. |
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