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I am the child of wars never won, Take heed prisoner I'm the one, Your battle is over before it began, For a child on the run, I am free. Many tournaments fought in this land, Flying banners now dashed in the sand, The colours you wear will not keep me, For a child on the run, I am free. The courts and knights of the table, Bold stories of dragon and fable, Your sword is red-stained I can see, For a child on the run, I am free. Silk satin and riches in plenty, Acres of land four and twenty, I am not you, I am me, For a child on the run, I am free... |
