Kings, Princes, and Princessess

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IN the silent moonlight,
a fellow comes to rest,
against the grass of moonlight,
with his head put to the test,

He puts on the studded cape,
the boots, the kings armor,
him, in muscular shape,
with ladies in a tremor,

That he will fight the fierce dragon,
rescue the princess from the tower,
Slay the heart of monster’s kind,
and redeem his charm and power.

He will marry the rosy princess,
and lead her up to the royal suite,
treasure her with roses, forever more,
and with her, he intended, to keep.





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