Time Passes Her By
The princess sits in her ivory tower letting her hair grow as time passes by,
Seeing the knights jousting in the distance and wondering if her love is in the arena,
Hearing the cheers of the crowd as one knight topples from his steed. Was that him?
A waft of the sweet mix of sweat and perfume from the crowd and contestants comes into
her window,
Her tresses and petticoats are lifted by the breeze; she can almost feel their
excitement,
As the princess sits in her ivory tower letting her hair grow as time passes her by.
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