Captive Queen, Idle Dreams We Coax (5)
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Only in death can one perfectly see
The scores of lives awash in misery
Seemly encounters, an unwise approach
The wasted days or idle dreams we coax,
My Queen, thou hast no other vaulted name
Nor shall thy circumstance bring undue shame
For as one will rise above another
Feelings of superiority smother
Those gentle hearts who believe solely in thee
And in thine soft eyes thy true equals be.
Let us pay our debts forward to this world
And break our enemies beneath thy flag unfurled.
Bu şiiri puanla
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