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The prince was adored
By her so much
Day and night
She would see him and touch
One day when she feared
And thought, that might he
Be killed by the father's troops
With swords and fleet
Then one day
On a lonesome night
She eloped with her
One and only charming knight
Oh! They ran away so far
On a black white horse
Thousand miles away from castle
They built their own four walls
The anonymous, who made her happier
I hereby, pray to the almighty
For the princess and her so well-wisher
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