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On top of the steep cliff, I looked down

The wind rustled my billowing gown

It was a long way from the ground

My body would be nowhere to be found

I slipped my golden crown from off my head

And for the last time, watched the old blind man feed the ducks some bread

For the last time, watched the children happily play

For the last time, watched the church nuns faithfully pray

For the last time, watched the baker cheerfuly open his store

For the last time, watched the stranger welcomingly open the door

Stared up at the sky

Long prepared to say goodbye

Knowing this was my long awaited end

I jumped, preparing to descend

No tears, no, I didn't cry

Because for me, it was a worthy way for a queen to die

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