A light in the tower of the fortress
Was a warning sign
Yet with all odds against him
He entered the kingdom
His arms empty
But his head was full of gifts and new ideas
That nobody wanted to hear
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Today...another time, another place
But some things still remain
Though the language is different
It¹s the same words all over again
The originals, like seeds in chosen fields
Have grown up tall
And now the harvest is here
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It runs through the night
As if it were hunted
A sight for sore eyes
The final clue
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