
Weep I waiting for my fantasy
Twirling inside
Wandering from pillow to post
Thy misfortune has driven me to the edge
Must insanity flavor thy heart crumbling
I have suffered the milestones
This life place before me
My bones have grown tired
Poor for so long
Longing to taste the sweetness
Another lifetime bares me
Fantasy Princess come’
Decorate this old soul
A new bud
I speak to you from this dead world
That bares no fruit nor comfort
Restore thy wrinkle and weary soul
To masculine rejuvenation
Clothe me a sensual man
Create me a human being
Where I sit at the crown of victory
Beside a beautiful woman
Her lips bare not mercy for me
But Love
Come my Fantasy Princess Come’
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