Anachronism

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He should have been born in another age
In another place, another time
The lord of some castle, or a wayfaring knight
A man of honor and distinction
With a lover’s weeping heart
Intent to set some maiden free

For he cared too much, you see

He believed in truth
In justice, and in life
But he heard the children cry
When others told him not to listen
And when he tried to speak himself
They slapped a dollar on his wrist

Only the knife they found beside him
Could stab that dollar from his mind.

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