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Prince Of Rings

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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
The hearth's flame imperial red on your lips
Like roses on a vine of poetic wine
Sweet as the doves of heaven-bound
She calls me her laureate and Prince of Rings


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