I called her a Princess
Let me introduce myself not as a stranger
but a soldier came from the scorched battle of soul,
where life dries up if he stab his dagger
but don't be afraid for this is not of my goal.
I was not surprised to a beauty like the snow;
like a traveller with the blue eyes of water,
the colour of her hair under the sunset's shadow
and the beauty reflects over the cold winter.
As her dazzling smile glows with the sun's shining day,
and her eyes like the sky's stunning and glowing glaze.
I called her a Princess from the castle far away,
a sweet daughter of a king, the kingdom's embrace.
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