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In The Court Of The Crimson King

King Crimson

The rusted chains of prison moons
are shattered by the sun
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king Aaaaa Aaaaaah

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