Princess

My princess she lived in a tower

Her beautiful long hair full of flowers

I had loved her since I first had met her

She was mine and I was hers

Our love was unconditional

Though it was un-traditional

That wrong

That's not right

Our love would last throughout this blight

She was my princess and I was hers

When you have a princess

Who needs a prince

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