Autumn in frame, through the crowd and through the rain.
An idol in vane, always lost and never sane.
All your stature on the rise, always failed to compromise.
Cry all day, for the weight of the world.
Your highness fly away, ’cause your empire is spoiled.
Frozen in time, all the walls all in a line.
Smothered or divine, the castle’s queen is a laughing crime.
All your golden crowns and cars, shimmer on your people’s brows.
Cry all day, for the fate of the world.
Your highness fly away, it’s the empire you’ve soiled.
Go take flight!
Cry all day, for the fate of this world.
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