This Crown
You must let me see
You say You're just about how tall
By this measure
There's a treasure
Fit to attend the finest ball
Now I've been told by just one soldier
You are to wear this golden crown
From what I hear
You've none to fear
They'll take it off
They'll take You down
Look in the mirror for a sign
This cloak
This crown
This image now
'Twas meant to be
This way You see
Your Father made a solemn vow
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