Well I saw a king drown himself in a creek
Just to tell her...
But when he was gone he had no breath left
To tell her...
Of his undying love, his undying love
Well I heard the queen flung herself from the walls of her castle
But in the midst of her fall
She regretted it all
But it was too late
Her undying grief
Was her own live's thief
Well kings and queens know not about love
They sink like a stone in their majesty
Lizee Tessier - photographer intern, mondomedeusah creative
http://lizeetessier.blogspot.com
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