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作词 : Dylan |
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Sixteen years, |
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Sixteen banners united over the field |
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Where the good shepherd grieves. |
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Desperate men, desperate women divided, |
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Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. |
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Fortune calls. |
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I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, |
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Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. |
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She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, |
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On midsummer's eve, near the tower. |
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The cold-blooded moon. |
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The captain waits above the celebration |
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Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid |
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Whose ebony face is beyond communication. |
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The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. |
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They shaved her head. |
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She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. |
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A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. |
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I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, |
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Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. |
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I stumbled to my feet. |
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I rode past destruction in the ditches |
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With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo. |
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Renegade priests and treacherous young witches |
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Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. |
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The palace of mirrors |
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Where dog soldiers are reflected, |
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The endless road and the wailing of chimes, |
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The empty rooms where her memory is protected, |
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Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. |
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She wakes him up |
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Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking |
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Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. |
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She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. |
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He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. |
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Gentlemen, he said, |
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I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, |
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I've moved your mountains and marked your cards |
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But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination |
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Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. |
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Peace will come |
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With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire |
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But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall |
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And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating |
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Between the King and the Queen of Swords. |
