Page To His Queen Comments

Your Highness, as shadow piercedwith dolorI trudge across this palace following this absent love of yours,
There's no one even the jester, your clown can bring the frolic back again - a sunlit wild flower perusal of your happy, smiling face...
-So much!You dare? - Your poesy sing smiling face with such a state of my affairs? , I am your Queen, you are my page, -what number, Chancellor?
I beg your pardon, ten thousand something, My revenue? Remind me later-And you, poetry escalading summit page? Amor demise protracted verdict, submit your scribbling later,
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