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King of East
Pieces of paper,
Creators of power,
Like a dictator who needs soldiers,
Like a shark who caught a bird.
Asleep in his throne,
He dreams of You, he dreams of you
And even if he is alone,
He can cry on his crown.
You killed my father !
You killed my father !
When you did become him a king,
When you forbade him to sing …
I wouldn’t become King of East
I wouldn’t become King of East
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