The Queen
Oh yes, today just like yesterday,
she promises,
to love me more!
But, when the music begins
to summon her, with a passionate melody
and its calling…
Ahh! When the music plays
that needs her attention, she
uncompromisingly looks back
At the central stage,
where she was once a queen,
…and searches for the aroma of her night lovers.
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