
When the king Wanders
Mother. How I wander these fields and whisper the shades of your name.
Like clockwork in these fixtures and I may be to blame.
All those whom I have hurt, how little will I insure the deed
of my pursuits, my answers in the chains they heed
Like clockwork in these fixtures and I may be to blame.
All those whom I have hurt, how little will I insure the deed
of my pursuits, my answers in the chains they heed
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