My entrance purely pleasure
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For your riches I ask you not
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For I am the gleeman
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Who loves to sing
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And strike upon my golden harp
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So I bow before you o mighty king
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In the hopes you hear my song
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These feet have traveled far and wide
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In a life lived FOR THE song
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I claim no land my home
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For I know not where I'm from
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Traveled mountain peaks
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And valleys low
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In a life for the son of a bard
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Raise your harp my friend
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For the song that burns
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In your heart
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Sing of the heroes
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And the days that time forgot
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Sing of the days of the Earls and
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The Kings and the Knights
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That conquered great feats
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For these are the things
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That we all dream
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But only your eyes have seen
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A life for a lyric
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I've traveled these war lands deep
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Raging the knights in shining armor
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Surely death awaits the weak
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I've sailed the viking vessels
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Plunging the northern seas
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Crossing the blue horizon
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No land for the eye to see
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For the eye to see
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Raise your harp my friend
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For the song that burns
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In your heart
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Sing of the heroes
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And the days that time forgot
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Sing of the days of the Earls
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And the Kings and the Knights
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That conquered great feats
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For these are the things
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That we all dream
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But only your eyes have seen
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The Gleeman
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Kamelot |