Princess
My princess she lived in a tower
Her beautiful long hair full of flowers
I had loved her since I first had met her
She was mine and I was hers
Our love was unconditional
Though it was un-traditional
That wrong
That's not right
Our love would last throughout this blight
She was my princess and I was hers
When you have a princess
Who needs a prince
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