Onze - Beauté

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Eleven - Beauty

Treat me as your queen
I, you - a king

Treat me as a peasant
I, you - a servant

That is the beauty of me
The position in which you place me
The pedestal which was thrust under my feet
The throne straightening my spine

Heavy is the head that hangs the crown
But free is she who is unrobed

What is it, you wish to be -

My prince, my knight,

My Chancellor

Or "who" is it, you wish to see -

My past, my present,
My future...

I, alone
On the throne
In the flesh

In the bed...


Lady Aria

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