Weer een lied van Bobje: ditmaal Changing of the Guards. Misschien zitten er wat fouten in de tekst :p
Intro: AbFm
Sixteen years,
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Sixteen banners united over the fields
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While the good shepherd grieves
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Desperate men, desperate women divided,
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Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
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Fortune calls.
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I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
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Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
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She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
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On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
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The cold-blooded moon.
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The captain waits above the celebration
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Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
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Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
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The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
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They shaved her head.
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She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
FmDbEbA messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
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