Princess
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Rebecca Navarre
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As beautiful as a princess, she's sitting
there. Out back, on the stairs. Watching the
cars, as they go by. With a sparkle, and a
glisten, of hope, , , in her eyes. She turns to
drift off away, an catch the stars, in the skies.
And dream, that he maybe the guy... Who'll come
and be her, knight...
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