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The Invisible King

The king, he went away.

In evening light he died –
And all around the ancient walls, the mourning wind did sigh

And so – our hopes and fears, and all our bitter tears,
Are met tonight in stone, with fruit and wine on blood and bone
This Shadow Age will surely pass, into the golden light at last

Until that day, we all shall wait, with faith and prayer
And burning hate

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