She was the beauty with the crown.
But the most lonely in the crowd.
She looked up to the clouds,
And whispered a prayer,
For she was tired of being the payer
Of the sins of the royalty,
When all she wanted was loyalty.
' Do not cry,you are a princess ',
But her life was a mess.
All thought she was cheap,but she was priceless.
She handled their nonsense,
While trying to maintain her senses,
For she could not lead them senseless.
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