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The Prince and the Queen

Their love was sterling silver,

never to be stained with rust.

It’s all made of faith and duty;

It’s all made of sighs and smiles;

It’s all made of fantasy and reality.

He would for the crown of the palace

keep his faith and troth till the end.

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