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As the she waved and smiled And echoed a million true ones Her face reflecting pride Of million other suns
And beside her stood an equally fair lady But no one gave her mind Her face so hazy Admist the ever glorious Queen, she, herself reminded
Her corset tightened around her already petite self Thy need to attract potential suitors So thy bod must be of an elf Yet this did not sit well
Either ways, The Queen held the attention of many Not minding envy gazes Why though, she got plenty
The shoes digging through the lady's soles Couldn't sit for five hours straight Her pain, she tried to console Why though, did she have to find someone to mate?
The cuffs of her hand itching through her wrists She bit her lips Holding the pain, persists Morning palate did she miss
She sighed slowly "Be naught ungrateful, lass. To think such is unholy" She reminded herself to pass
Rhyme scheme: abab
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