Where is my Pharaoh,
which fares me so well?
Over that hill,
sitting on his throne?
Wanting...
As the chair
next to him
wilts...
Shall I sit?
Or shall I wait?
Well,
A Queen is never late.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
Where is my Pharaoh,
which fares me so well?
Over that hill,
sitting on his throne?
Wanting...
As the chair
next to him
wilts...
Shall I sit?
Or shall I wait?
Well,
A Queen is never late.
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