Even Kings can have broken hearts
But I beg to differ on that part
Because I can’t afford to think like that
There’s much riding on the Man in Black
And holding hatred in my soul
Is a recipe for going old
When I have sworn to be young
Until my days are done
To shine resplendently pure
I’m cool with hurting for my cure

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