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My Lady

I’m the lady give your kingdom Bury in ashes barely made the history I’m the lady bring you soup Iron your collar and stamped As you choose another beautifull lady I’m the lady died to give live Condemn as cold as desert Called hore yet accepted as quein Burned as witches in flame of innocence As you fought unforgiving war I’m the lady so lonely as give my penny Cry for alimony to nourish children I’m the lady learned and accept Changed what I touched make a difference I’m the lady learned to climb to knit my soul I’m the lady for dime in hand glamour a land Yet many hounted dreams in daisy land Reyhan Yucebay

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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