i cried the rain over the night
she felt down together with my noble drops
a tragic return to her weary kingdom
who should embrace her but the lofty plants
she used to have dreams
of getting out from her miserable ruin
a little optimist but not realist
she was the princess of that fiery land
she slept silently, dreaming silver love
over a rose she lies as a last wish
was dressed in the dolors of death
strange enigma ended up with tears
my be-all and end-all surrender
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