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Thrones II
Walking through grasses g r e e n of b l u e
He sits with me on
cold s t o n e s
saying N O
to the beatings of my h a n d s
and brushing h a i r s
from my fac e
Oh' how I crave his s o l i t u d e
and if only to wear his r o b e
for a small time being...
then what h a p p i n e s s
shall come to me
wrapped in h i s scent
cradlded by h i s
strengthing l o v e
forgive me for the t e a r s I shed
they are only because of
b i w i l d e r m e n t felt when I stand next to
the K i n g of ThrOnes
bowing his head in my s h y n e s s
k i s s i n g my hand
as if I were as GreAt as
He.
He sits with me on
cold s t o n e s
saying N O
to the beatings of my h a n d s
and brushing h a i r s
from my fac e
Oh' how I crave his s o l i t u d e
and if only to wear his r o b e
for a small time being...
then what h a p p i n e s s
shall come to me
wrapped in h i s scent
cradlded by h i s
strengthing l o v e
forgive me for the t e a r s I shed
they are only because of
b i w i l d e r m e n t felt when I stand next to
the K i n g of ThrOnes
bowing his head in my s h y n e s s
k i s s i n g my hand
as if I were as GreAt as
He.
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Thrones II
Thrones II