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Princess, my princess,
oh where can you be?
Did you die in your sleep
while dreaming of me?
Who is this other
who lives in your skin?
When was she born
and her life begin?
She picked up her sword
lopped off my head,
sliced up my bowels,
that oozed blood-red.
Princess, my princess,
can it be true?
That you'll never utter
the words, "I do?"
You swore on your life
that you'd marry me,
that you'd be my wife;
How can this be?
Princess, my princess,
when did you die?
At the foul hands
of this new magpie?
You, the one now
who lives in her skin,
why did you kill her
in your sharkskin
Lord please take me;
I'm weary with pain.
of having my heart
trashed once again.
I am now dead,
a walking zombie,
murdered and killed
by this new harpy
Upon this earth
is anyone true?
Is anyone like
this girl I once knew?
Is this new girl
and princess the same?
I really don't know
my confusion reigns.
Lord, you sent princess
to ease my pain,
but this one now tortures,
again and again...
Princess, my princess,
are you still there?
Do you still love me?
Do you really care?
Lord, my dear God,
please listen to me,
bring back my princess,
I beg humbly...
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