In my dream the fool was sitting in an empty room
Emotions rattling in his pocket now painted with gold
Nothing but the sound of the clock hands fall
The air thick with deeds past done
Smiling, paranoia has come to call

You should have heeded the children's tales from long ago
Of King Midas and his shining mountain of gold
The cruel Grinch and the wrinkled greedy old Scrooge
By himself alone he sits
The fool in an empty room

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