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See how she moves with perfect grace |
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Her jet-black eyes behold his face |
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She steals his heart and gives her own |
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In order to possess the throne |
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A willful queen yet so alone ... |
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Once he whispered: "You're the light of my life" |
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Come what may I'll make you my wife |
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In the end |
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Gentle maiden, you were born to be loved |
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You will sooth me when times get too tough |
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Loyal Nan |
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Why did he push aside the one we adore? |
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Caught in the web of that vain Boleyn whore |
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For that vixen drives him wild |
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People scorned her, said his choice wasn't right |
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Loved their king but they hated his bride |
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Who just smiled |
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Your sweet appearance always brings me delight |
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Whenever I'm lonely at night |
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You'll be there |
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I'll make sure that you'll rule over the earth |
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Dear Anne if you only gave birth |
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To an heir |
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You played the lute and sang him a song |
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Weeping for his first stillborn son |
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Now you know you're in disgrace |
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Seeking comfort, immersed in sad memories |
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You will die but he'll never be free |
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For the rest of his days |
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Cause he'll hear your voice in every song |
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Your vision will haunt him when you are gone |
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Echoes of your mocking laugh |
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His sons will die so your death just won't be in vain |
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For your daughter she will reign |
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On your behalf |
