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A desolate, empty rose – the princess
With so much to say, none to hear
Lived in this town, this place of distress
It held no excitement nor fear
A prince arrived in chariot, gold,
Perfect design, she was led
To a palace – brilliant, beautiful, bold
With walls of crimson red
In barren times, she needn't do more
Than call for him, wherever be
To simply embrace that silent lore,
Was everything she’d ever need
Who lives in that town she may never know,
For deep in her palace she always will go