I try to think not of twins or towers
Nor of love’s teardrops that cleared my blind eyes
Try to forget my family’s last sighs
Quash my kingdom’s vertiginous powers
So long soporific now it cowers
Because in the end even magic dies
Old Mother Gothel created this bane
Never more to have days of halcyon
O’ cursed be the craving for rampion
It’s
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