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men on horses came for her love but she sent them away wanting mine her ancestors corpses tossed in there tombs for they foresaw a future untrue she was the queen of all of the land and I was poor peasant dammed cursed and spat upon, unworthy to lye in her arms beheaded they begged for me to be I sided with them and silently agreed for am unworthy she is draped in gold I'm wearing rags and mold her eyes tell me her love is authentic her motives are never impure I shall strive to be the man that can love her beyond my fear one day they will call me royal and not because of my wife's status tall I stand, I will rule this land not just men or this palace
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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men on horses came for her love but she sent them away wanting mine her ancestors corpses tossed in there tombs for they foresaw a future untrue she was the queen of all of the land and I was poor peasant dammed cursed and spat upon, unworthy to lye in her arms beheaded they begged for me to be I sided with them and silently agreed for am unworthy she is draped in gold I'm wearing rags and mold her eyes tell me her love is authentic her motives are never impure I shall strive to be the man that can love her beyond my fear one day they will call me royal and not because of my wife's status tall I stand, I will rule this land not just men or this palace
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
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