Stranger roads that were less traveled.
Traveled by the spirit.
Spirit of love lights the way by
the shores of Evermore,
Ever truly, I say
the hate has to be
driven out by the
power of love.
Love was a distant memory.
Memory of old times, courtship,
pledging your devotion to her grace.
Grace by the seaside of kings & queens,
Queenie has a new bathrobe in Buckingham,
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