In far away land
there was lonesome princess
shackled bound in hand
silent tears prisoned her in cave
cruelty of evil has snatched her throne in grave...
many were captured her kingdom
thy majesty has ruined as plunder
no one and nothing from her has left
except the hope to dance with the king, she kept...
time flies, age goeth
but still the chariots has ran for crotchet
archers and bows were to shield thy safe
from traps and bait to siege thy choir in clef...
her smile is only for the king
the table is set only with thy highness to ring
for the music is heard only when the king shall come
to protect her from drunk and wrecked as rum
to rebuild what was ruined and share her glam....
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