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I am but a peasant Lost in my fields Whereth the impossible lie A life of me and her, my queen. As I look in her eyes Days pass by yet unknown A future that only is wish Of me and her, my queen. A life hid between reality and dream Of me and her, my queen. A world before me Unwrote and unsolved Impossible at all odds A life of me and her, my queen. I wish for her to see Not a peasant but me... And a dream of impossibility That might become probability A life of me and her, my queen.
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