Darling you're just like the gold in your hair
Shimmering, charming but taking you nowhere
Line up the soldiers and prepare for fight
You'll get your victory with your blessed might
Winds are raging and judging you from afar
Open the windows to breezes who silent are
The gold in your hair might be of the ground
But you've gone so blind from the thoughts you found
I sit on the windowsill day and night
To guard you from your power hungry might
Cause even though
I lost you so long ago
I'll make sure the throne will never suffocate you
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