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Queen for my king 'twas how I felt with thee.
And next to thine was where my heart belonged.
To turn the tides and do things diff'rently,
Mayhap now we'd sing a different song.
This memory of passion in thine eyes,
It burns me deep down to my very core.
Thy heart, thy hands, thy body calling mine,
My lord, my love, I could not ask for more.
But I could not betray my truest friend,
Who's eyes of longing held thee throughout time,
And though my love which I could not extend,
Was stifled, still thee read between the lines.
And now though twenty years be dead and gone,
Our sweet memory will burn ever on.
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