I found you in the garden, you had halfway lost your top In memories i have pictures, snowy winters jaded frost Only you send me off, only you send me off We were flying through the trade winds when a stranger clipped your wings How silly to have mistaken you for a peasant, you were a queen What a silly sort of thing, what a silly sort of thing We were dancing beneath a blue sky, our bare feet upon the ground Of an earthquake of a dark plague, ashes ashes we all fall down Whos a king without his crown, whos a king when theres none around?
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