The grey mist ushers in the day.
A beggar walks along the king’s highway.
They can’t escape the gaze they know so well.
The dream came true in far off lands.
He always knew she’d understand.
The march of time her love did wane.
And now the ring shines in her hand.
He always knew she’d understand.
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