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Oct 2010
Young prince, gentle and pure,

This cruel world, He shall endure.

Gentle King and Evil Queen,

She banished Him, and reigned Supreme.

Until the day the King returned,

The Prince came home, the Queen was burned.

Back Home again, in the Castle of the King,

They met an Angel and Daughters, as beautiful as can be.

She married the King, His Mother She became.

They knew Their lives would forever be changed.

Now the Prince has two Sisters, and a Mother to love,

Even love from a Brother, who watches from above.

Now everyone's happy, Their hearts full of Joy,

The Prince will be King one day, but for now He's my Boy.
Written by
Gonzo
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