Many men are sent on a quest
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for the crown
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searching all corners of the great land.
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The minstrel tries to sing as before
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but the jester he laughs no more
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Many men are sent on a mission of hope
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asking fortune-tellers and the wise men
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where the royal crown is to be found,
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promising rewards in silver and gold and pounds
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When the king returns from the crusades
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there is no big welcome on the shore.
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As he hear the new of the missing crown
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he shouts at the sky:
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"have I ever let you down?"
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The elderly call it a sign as famine
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strikes the land
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caught in the grip
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of the Reapers cold hand
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The mission must succeed
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or the kingdom will fall
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with it falls the future of us all,
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No crystal-ball manage to find
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guidance in their holy quest.
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God is the last hope for a nation
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of earth, stone and damnation.
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Many years had passed since the king died
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when one day a young boy looked down
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into the moat.
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Something was gleaming deep down,
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what could it be ..........
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if not the kings crown.
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A Quest For The Crown
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| Falconer |
