The queen, the sparkling of her crown sheds light onto her station, she rises to the occasion, her glory your delight, her throne your admiration, you place her in high regard.
The queen, the heaviness of her crown, sheds tears onto her duty, she rises for your glory, for your delight, not for hers, for the throne’s chains hold her in place.
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 9:15 AM UTC
The queen, the sparkling of her crown sheds light onto her station, she rises to the occasion, her glory your delight, her throne your admiration, you place her in high regard.
The queen, the heaviness of her crown, sheds tears onto her duty, she rises for your glory, for your delight, not for hers, for the throne’s chains hold her in place.
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