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FINAL My uncrowned prince,
pronounced to me
that I should become
the queen of his kingdom.
Unsure of why,
I slip away
into a peaceful palace.
Just for a moment,
we stand on the terrace.
He whispers
those words
I've seen
I've read.
His eyes search mine,
and I shy away.
A prince with
me as a queen
would advance him to king.
But I am not of royalty.
If I were,
then there on his terrace
would we embrace.
Stand over the lands of ours.
To be his queen,
is a sin, forbidden.
Still I dream of sands
unknown to me.
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