Dear Missed Her Fantasy

Kings invite you share your song
Not stars ‘at flicker w’smiles s’wan
M’throat complains of penance I long
B’burning portion’s healed me wrong

Cram life in lines’n out again
Sing like truth, life’s Just Pretend
Nut and honey, wounds’ve a friend
Help find We, nursing our mend

Sing to Kings the tales we ought
We’re too afraid of fate and lot
We’ll be arms t’warm your cot
Brothers f’rever in wars w’fought

Kings weep o’er banks swollen
Lovers lost, most oft’re stolen
Make us laugh, shake w’omen
Right hand healer, left a showm’n

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