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The rusted chains of prison moons
are shattered by the sun.
I walk the road, horizons change,
the tournaments begun.
The yellow jester does not play
but gently pulls the strings.
And smiles as the puppets dance
in the Court of the Crimson King.
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08-04-2003, 12:57 AM
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Originally posted by JPaul@4 August 2003 - 00:44
The rusted chains of prison moons
are shattered by the sun.
I walk the road, horizons change,
the tournaments begun.
The yellow jester does not play
but gently pulls the strings.
And smiles as the puppets dance
in the Court of the Crimson King.
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