Stop this day and night with meand you shall possess the origin of all poems
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun....
there are millions of suns left.
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand....
nor look through the eyes of the dead
nor feed on the specters in books
You shall not look through my eyes either
nor take things from me
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself
~ Walt Whitman
Elton John
The King Must Die
No man's a jester playing ShakespeareRound your throne room floor
While the juggler's act is danced upon
The crown that you once wore
And sooner or later
Everybody's kingdom must end
And I'm so afraid your courtiers
Cannot be called best friends
Caesar's had your troubles
Widows had to cry
While mercenaries in cloisters sing
And the king must die
Some men are better staying sailorsTake my word and go
But tell the ostler that his name was
The very first they chose
And if my hands are stained forever
And the altar should refuse me
Would you let me in, would you let me in, would you let me in
Should I cry sanctuary
No man's a jester playing Shakespeare
Round your throne room floor
While the juggler's act is danced upon
The crown that you once wore
The king is dead, the king is dead
Long live the king
You will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall be good health to you nevertheless
And filter and fibre your blood
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