King Dives he was walking in his garden all alone,
Where his flowers are made of iron and his trees are made of
stone,
And his hives are full of thunder and the lightning leaps
and kills,
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Call upon the wheels, master, call upon the wheels, Weary grow the holidays when you miss the meals, Through the Gate of Treason, through the gate within, Cometh fear and greed of fame, cometh deadly sin; fear, greed, deadly sin. tony