Queen's Judgement

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This past queen hanging high from thread seams

Her woven eyes appraise me

Am I good enough?

Am I ready?

No to both, she tells me her face serene

'Too Late To Late'

Chorus the surrounding paintings

For now I am queen in all but crown,

No matter how much the tapestries 

among

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