Marzan
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There lived a haunted king, who should have stayed
Cold in his grave, for he is overflowing with despair
Over a throne he never desired to possess
And a woman he only wanted to cherish,
Who lost her life and laid his own to rest
Under the golden tree that should have reawakened her
A king who wanders the world, crestfallen,
Searching for the love and life he could not acquire.
Cold in his grave, for he is overflowing with despair
Over a throne he never desired to possess
And a woman he only wanted to cherish,
Who lost her life and laid his own to rest
Under the golden tree that should have reawakened her
A king who wanders the world, crestfallen,
Searching for the love and life he could not acquire.
