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As far as I can see, lowliness is changing me. On every champions’ cry. long awaited blow in the eye. So I have to say There ain’t no way to change the night into day. though we may turn copper into gold. So do me a favour And lend it your labour … “To our King though we bow the knee, We are kings of the morning star. No changeable colours have we - Red lions, black dragons we are!” As far as I can see, Modesty’s been changing me. On every agony empty handed victory So I have to say There ain’t no way to change the right into day. Though we may turn copper into gold So do me a favour And lend it your labour … From Letras Mania