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Once a King

Tell me a story, one not so often heard
Some tall tale and, I might forget her
But she is with me although I may not show it
And she might miss me although I may never know it

Tell me of kings, and of castles high
And of their queens, their love and their lives
So that I might forget that I was once a king too
But I must admit I've more often been the fool

Change:
But once I thought I had her in my hands
But through my fingers she slipped away
Just like grains of sand
Tomorrow slips into yesterday. . .
It all slips away . . .

Tell me a story, one I've never heard
Some tall tale so I might forget her
But she is with me although I may not show it
And she might miss me although I may never know it



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