Crown jewel of flower and tree soar the sky for the world to see;
breathe life into what winter will bring.
Crown jewel thy heart beats pure and is a gentle breeze, a peaceful decree;
To make sure what is lost is never lost but will echo it songs we sing.
Colourful is the whispers of your name, it is bound to all that is in this kingdoms reign.
Colourful is the dreams about a crown from which magic is born and never forged in vain.
It is life that we feel; it is purpose that we breathe—we are one with our queen.
It is in the fables we do tell; it is in the play of nature—we were born for destruction but now green.
I am hardly even a second in the timespan of the universe;
yet I feel to be born in the age of the princess of Bulgaria;
is what my fate is intended for and no other time would be as perfect as this.
Just another human soul that hunger for her evermore;
her joy is mine and will so always be;
a curse that haunts me that I adore and love beyond what the word “forever” means.
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