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They say it can’t be, that I am too plain
I’m not to touch their dear beloved Elaine
But what if its love, can’t you please let us be
Why can’t they see that she loves me for me
I don’t want her title, her riches, her land
I’m asking only for her one simple hand
Yet still it appears that I am too bland.

The ball is upon us
They all make a fuss
The Prince, my enemy, has come for my bride
To plant her selfishly by his side.

I’m hurt, I’m cut, tattered to ribbons my heart is a mess
Please, O please, can’t she settle for less?

The day of doom in finally here
The wedding has come, bells all I hear.

But what is this?
The bride is to miss
Hung up in her closet
It appears she has lost it
A letter sits by, printed my name
It reads, “We are still one and the same.”
I fall to my knees, grin up at the Prince
I fall into darkness and haven’t seen him since.