Kingdome Come

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In the name of the people and our land
of where she could reach with her hand,
follow her till freedom is within their new light.
They will strive with all their might.

Follow the footsteps of their queen, their beloved
and not the king's boredom from his bed
of lies in satin inked in royal blue
from the people that died with him too.

Do not settle for enough for there is no such thing,
and never boredom like the king
who married the poor he meant to mend and clean,
but now he's dead and she's the queen.

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