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Our King
Dust falls on the little town
All the people wore a frown
Cause they have lost their king
No happiness this will bring
Then came a mighty man
His feet were made of sand
Each time he would step around
He would crumble to the ground
The people here could plainly see
He wasn't't the king he was supposed to be
They looked around for a while
When they found this little child
How can this be is what they said
Could he really replace the dead?
They said yes and danced about
Calling all the people out
He turned the bad into good
Just like they knew he could
They kept him for a while
Into the King this from the child
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