The Red Emperor's Lament

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Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 17:37:45 EDT


As the quails fly
On a cold and gray Rinliddi morn'
Another little baby child is born
In the Empire
And her mothers cry
because if there's one thing that they don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the Empire

People, don't you understand
this child needs a helping hand
she's going to be an angry young moon some day Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the moon turns
and a hungry little girl with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the Empire

And her hunger burns
so she starts to roam the streets at night and she learns how to steal
and she learns how to fight
In the Empire

Then one night in desperation
the young girl breaks away
She heroquests, finds a bat,
tries to run, but she tames a bear
And her mothers cry

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young moon face down in the sky with a gun in her hand In the Empire

And as their new moon turns,
on a cold and gray Rinliddi morn',
another little baby child is born
In the Empire

And her mothers cry
In the Empire            

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