Beneath a darkened sun,
A man stands on a hilltop looking for his dream,
His heart wondering, where she is?

All his life he stood under a rainy sky,
Looking for her,
In every dream, he sings,

My princess, my queen,
I love you.
Where are you?

Under a brighter blue sky,
A man kneels in a field of daisies,
Holding a white rose and silver ring,

Singing to his queen,
You are more beautiful than anything,

I love you,
Will you take this ring and marry me?

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