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a story of royal strife and intrigue as told through poetry.
This past queen hanging high from thread seams
Her woven eyes appraise me
Am I good enough?
Am I ready?
No to both, she tells me her face serene
'Too Late Too Late'
Chorus the surrounding paintings
For now, I am queen in all but crown,
No matter how much the tapestries
Among others disagree
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