Mother was I not the queen
Long before you had been?
White satin across my chest
And velvet suit for my dearest
White flowers around my head
Silver blanket for my royal bed
Icy storm whenever I walk
A nightingale whenever I talk
Red carpet towards my throne
A nymph to every single dawn
Golden casket for my father
Silky red gown for my daughter
Mother it must be me
Whom you made the world see
A queen before you had been one
Whose head rested your crown.
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