Kings adored, abhorred
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Apple, crown and sword
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Lions green and red
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By fire killed and wed
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One more day you¢¥ll see
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Master good John Dee
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Wisdom's granted me
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To live eternally
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And shining the apparition
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On the western window smiles
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On our Golden Lane
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The Powder Tower that knows
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No night from a day
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Death in Prague
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The bell tolls on the square
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The twelve apostols¢¥ snare
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St Vitus¢¥ sun wheels
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Look down on broken seals
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And as wheel obeys the sun
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Abide Europa¢¥s son
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If dying is the answer
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Then dying be done
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And golden turned his face
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Under torches and death runes
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Like all glories short
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For those who stand too tall
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In black, in Prague
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Death in Prague
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I¢¥ll give you eyes of blue and hair like gold of sun
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A mind to see beyond the light of life undone
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I¢¥ll give your blood so pure as it runs right through your hands
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Your Stone to pain you when you¢¥re old you'll understand
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I¢¥ll give you letters five to wear above your eyes
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The wisdom of the ages sought by men all-wise
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I¢¥ll give you a forehead to scream death of living god
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I¢¥ll give you life I¢¥ll give you death
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Death in Prague
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