Middle Ages
I found my princess
My white tulip has yet to blossom
And still it is the prettiest of them all
My princess is not one of the middle ages
Her steps strike proudness and envy
Her words create proudness and wide eyes
Her place is not by a bonfire
And nowhere near any shackles
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