the glass of the mirror just melted away
the tears poured from her eyes after such a trying day
she picked the last rose of summer
she broke the love between the drumstick and the drummer
she was the quiet of the storm and the black of the sky
she was the one for him, the apple of his eye
she is the death of a queen
he was the prince of her dreams
no longer is she beautiful
no longer alive
no longer is her life simple
no longer are the lies
the assasination caused an incredible amount of horror
the accidental pull of the trigger
the running of the culpret
the death of a queen saviored by all
and the funeral in the main hall
the assasination of a queen
happened to be the prince's dream.
 
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