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| The rusty chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun. | |
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| I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament´s begun. | |
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| The yellow jester does not play but gently pulls the strings ... and smiles when the puppets dance. | |
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| Boy, did those mushrooms kick in big this time! Also I´m not really there. And the King is not blue. | |
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