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The Tale of The King and Queen (Of His Heart)

‘If I were to be the King, and so would you be the Queen.’
How sweet those words are to my ears,
But I am only a slave to this fortress I’ve built,
Leaning behind these walls, I wail endlessly,
Weeping for the neverending misery,
I dare not dream of being a Queen,
For I was not born to be the one,
Yearning to be free, soaring in the sky,
With angels flying high.
 



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