Princess or Queen?
Princess or Queen?
Her long hair, filled with light
Brighter than the sun
Glowing at night
She brushes not for fun
She brushes from dawn
She brushes until its done
Her hair, like a fawns.
Never cuts it, it grows
Until she sheathes it off
Her cut hair in a trough
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