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Walter Dec 2019
She was a princess
who ruined my castle on the hill
A long ago before these stories were told

She was so gorgeous
and so perfect
before that wave took her underneath

It was getting dark
without any flash of lighting anymore
A thousand people on the dead floor
were got together for some more
More softness of her own
However they were captivated for a long

There's kingdom all alone
It took five days to mourne her until the sun's rays shone into the farewell hall

There was a hope
There was a love
This was everything of hers
tragically was given to inconspicuous and sickly man
who barely held the ancient sword in his ****** hands

— The End —