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Procol Harum, "Conquistador"
Conquistador -- a fortune sits upon your silver sheen
And in your rusty scabbard now, the Santas take the heat
And though your jewel-encrusted plate
Has not been plundered still
The scene has washed across all the place
And taken all that's fair.
Conquistador -- a vulture sits upon your silver sheath
And in your rusty scabbard now, the sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill.
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