She calls me her laureate in my dreams Although distant, I feel her pulse As I whisper a prayer of evergreens With a tear dripping from the candlelight Like a star of emerald from her beautiful eyes Glowing like a halo of harps and strings. She calls me her laureate and Prince of Rings And as the dawn open its wings With a song of love, my maiden fair In my glorious vision of daylight
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