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I love her more than yesterday,
Or any day before
And when the morning ‘morrow comes
I’ll sing this song once more…

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Top hats off for the king returns.
Killing time. The monarch is heavy.
Cradles go buy. Silent. Streams and songs.
Aren't you happy with your eyes to the sun?
Say a prayer for tomorrows never seen.
The Queen weeps, for a Kingdom lost, a child her king could not provide.

— The End —