Since I am a queen and I was once a beggar,

I now live with the pure fear of your leaving me, 

and pile, I ask you at all hours, 

Are you still with me? Oh, please don't abandon me!"

I would like to move ahead smiling 

and trusting now that you've come, 

but even in sleep I'm afraid 

and ask between dreams, “Haven’t you left?"

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by: PhoneBoy