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  • She sat on her invisible throne,
    Fantasizing, hoping the letter would come.
    The day of its arrival,
    Started the unbelievable trial;
    Of the fallen, soon to be Queen,
    And her rapid shadow no one had yet seen.

    A dumb silence, lulled by a martyring echo
    She remembers the first lines of the motto:

    No tears will ever be shed,
    No pain will ever be fed.
    Lay on me Queen, lay on my arm,
    Ô leave your torments, there will be no harm;
    Just leaves falling off the trees,
    No regrets, no melancholy.
    Queen, Queen, Queen,
    Close your eyes, and let me guide you to happier sights.
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