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A Queen She Is
Dont think i dont watch you from a distance and dream what is
or look from up close to see whats a far
No rock no stone shall be over turned
For this queen has earned her turn
Fall down trust me to catch you and hold you tight
When you have nothing left i wil tell you its alright
A face as warm as the sun with a deamonr like ice
Or maybe a spirit free like the winds on a kit...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 5:46 am
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