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I hear her voice as i'm moving through her various chambers
Untill I'm caught and pulled in by her intrinsic lies
The Truth she loves to uphold
Yet she’s not sure if it really changes lives
She loves the feel of warm candle wax on her skin
And the feel of sandalwood underneath her feet
Many attempts have been made upon her fortress but to no avail
Yet a commoner is safe inside
Her son is The Kings trusted servant
Amongst the villagers he known as Klaiver
But amongst his men is his called “ He who walks with Assassins “
Even the King knows his name
Even the King calls him his very own friend
They betrayed him once
And they won’t ever do that again
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