Song 3:
linkI am not free, you see,
I rearrange the furniture.
It is a play, with images and walls,
In which I rearrange the furniture.
And when the room is mine,
The chairs are real,
I rearrange the furniture. “Gwen, can you help me a moment, please?” Merlin sticks his head out of the doors leading to Arthur’s chambers, and, having spotted her passing, calls.
“Of course, Merlin, what do you need?” Gwen asks, turning towards the doors.
“Arthur wanted me to change his drapes,” he sighs, walking ahead of her.
“You...
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