Snugly fit the crown and the laves of her crown,
Tiptoed the aisle, the eager pair began,
They met the light tearing amidst the dark,
The horizon's lining of silvery white .
It shone the tides, big curls but weak,
Slapping the bounders underneath,
She the witness to die she acclaims!
The spell on highness not broken nor attained.
Or is it that high, the prowess of tower,
Or merely a mirror of ashes of castle
Confused tear fight thy truth under..,
Running down the chain, of a wanted murder.
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