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You cry into the empty room
Just like a baby cries
You got a lot to cry about
Cry it out my prince of spies
Time she weaves a different path
twist once and twist again
You laugh into the open space
Just like a young man grins
You got a lot to laugh about
Laugh it out my prince of kings
Time she weaves a different path
twist once and twist again
You’re grieving in that silent room
Just like the old crone grieves
You got a lot to grieve about
Grieve on my prince of thieves
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