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The world is slowing down,
Luckily I won't be around.
Listening to these sounds,
In these bloodied gowns.
And yet I begin to frown,
Wearing this forbidden crown.
I am a king...
I stand here and sing...
But one last thing.
Where does the wind blow?
And where does the river flow?
And where will my soul go?
I guess I will find out,
Soon enough.