In the mid of the castle there she lies
I don't know why she cries;
People tell that she is the prisoner
And the cruel king call her his treasure;
She is like a perfume of the flower
becalmed by the king
whom i call a felon.
Like a beam of sunshine
she told me her dream one night--
"In the meadow of the spring
she would sit free
amidst the flower of the tree
and watch the colours of the changing sky
through the rainbow
she felt she would one day fly."
I admired her dream and went for a stroll
I prayed her life to be a melodious song
Oh god may she live long.
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