The princess who was
wrongly robbed of her throne,
she stood on her own
through the end of her days.

Wrongly robbed of her throne,
she called for justice
against tyrants of steel
fists and razor laws.

She stood on her own,
heeding to her good will,
giving hand and soul
to her weeping subjects.

Through the end of her days,
her heart remained gold,
and her name resounded
as Her Majesty.

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