sleepy jack

I believe that if stones could dream they'd dream of being laid side-by-side piece-by-piece and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know and when that queen's daughter came of age I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave and suitors would journey from kingdoms away just to make themselves known and I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.

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