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Majesty
She calls herself
The queen of hearts
Beautiful and desired
No, you can’t touch her
But talk to her you may
Look at her you may
See her long hair sway
Sway in the shinning sun
Sway under the champagnes whiteness
The perfect reflection
Only fit for the queen
The queen who loves
Heart pure as doves
But only one suitable for her love
The king of hearts
She waits to give her pureness
Her love
To he who is the king of hearts
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