| See how she moves with perfect grace
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| Her jet-black eyes behold his face
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| She steals his heart and gives her own
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| In order to possess the throne
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| A willful queen yet so alone
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| Once he whispered: «You're the light of my life»
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| Come what may I’ll make you my wife
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| In the end
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| Gentle maiden, you were born to be loved
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| You will sooth me when times get too tough
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| Loyal Nan
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| Why did he push aside the one we adore?
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| Caught in the web of that vain Boleyn whore
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| For that vixen drives him wild
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| People scorned her, said his choice wasn’t right
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| Loved their king but they hated his bride
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| Who just smiled
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| Your sweet appearance always brings me delight
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| Whenever I’m lonely at night
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| You’ll be there
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| I’ll make sure that you’ll rule over the earth
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| Dear Anne, if you only gave birth
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| To an heir
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| You played the lute and sang him a song
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| Weeping for his first stillborn son
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| Now you know you’re in disgrace
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| Seeking comfort, immersed in sad memories
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| You will die but he’ll never be free
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| For the rest of his days
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| 'Cause he’ll hear your voice in every song
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| Your vision will haunt him when you are gone
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| Echoes of your mocking laugh
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| His sons will die so your death just won’t be in vain
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| For your daughter she will reign
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| On your behalf |