The King
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The golden crown can not disguise The twinkle of mischief in his eyes As loyal subjects go down on their knees To be dubbed with a title, if you please In velvet robe astride his horse He might blow a kiss, in due course To a fortunate lady in the crowd Who winks and waves while sitting proud As others wonder at what they've seen What is this? What about the queen? But, ah - The queen is not alone The King takes her side upon the throne She smiles, reflecting her quiet beauty Together they will do their duty But as she drops flowers to the knights below She wonders where his thoughts might flow Does he gaze upon all the lovely ladies tonight And think, "My dear queen, you may have your knights"? For what he knows is just what is - - This kingdom and all within it is his! |
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