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Once the fever subsides I'll return to the flatlands A new man, a new man Playing king, slowing time Bundled for our rest cure with your x-ray in my locket Planting seeds, idle hours Chained to my reflection in the shadow of a mountain Playing king, playing bride Blooming in my leisure, slipping hours left uncounted You and me, and soon ours Bury me beside you in the shadow of my mountain From Letras Mania