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In silken halls where shadows dance, A princess weaves her cruel romance. With lips like rose and eyes like flame, She whispers love, then plays her game. She craves not gold, nor throne, nor fame— But tears that fall, and hearts to maim. A lullaby of aching cries, Her kingdom blooms where mercy dies.
In silken halls where shadows dance, A princess weaves her cruel romance. With lips like rose and eyes like flame, She whispers love, then plays her game. She craves not gold, nor throne, nor fame— But tears that fall, and hearts to maim. A lullaby of aching cries, Her kingdom blooms where mercy dies.
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