Let the sun rise, then let it set The king of Allendale is gone. Hearts breaking for the simple debt We owe the prince who shone. Tears streaming down our cheeks There are no words to say. The shock against the future bleak Emotions can't convey. Diminished, we are all. No respite from the grief, The awful torture of the pall That's far beyond belief. So let the sun set, let it rise Let strong winds blow and let it rain Set fires free, unsupervised He's gone, life's not the same.
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