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 The rusted  of prison moons
 Are shattered by the 
 I  a road, horizons change
 The tournament's begun.
 The purple piper plays  tune,
 The choir  sing;
 Three lullabies  an ancient tongue,
 For the court  the crimson king.
 
  keeper of the city keys
  shutters on the dreams.
 I wait outside the  door
 With insufficient schemes.
 The black queen 
 the funeral march,
  cracked brass bells will ring;
 To summon  the fire witch
 To the court of the crimson 
 
 The  plants an evergreen
 Whilst  on a flower.
 I chase the wind of  prism ship
 To taste the  and sour.
 The pattern juggler lifts  hand;
 The orchestra begin.
 As slowly  the grinding wheel
 In  court of the crimson king.
 
 On soft grey mornings  cry,
 The wise men  a joke;
 I run to grasp  signs
 To  the hoax.
  yellow jester does not play
 But  pulls the strings
 And smiles as the puppets 
 In the court of  crimson king