Greatness, my old friend
We've walked together for so long
It grieves me then that I must leave
thee
For now I must further ascend.
Immortality's house is dark about
Her lovely Queen on her sick bed
lying,
In her dreams she cries out for me
With copious tears and heavy sighing.
So pack up my things and put on my
rings
My purple robe and crystal diadem,
My going there will be a fine affair
'Twill be the greatest of all royal
weddings.
She'll see me coming, her tears will
stop running
I'll stand before her and banish all
care
Then I'll take her in my arms and kiss
her
And light up her world like a flare.
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