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E Lancelot
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Prisoner
I carved the years into the walls In the light cast through the bars Thinking on crimes my days have gained Caging me in this house of chains
I felt the might of the wind Crush the walls that held me in I felt the warmth of the sun On my skin and in my blood
I stood there weightless, burden free In the courts of the Good King Rest with ease He said to me At the foot of the good tree
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