Machin s Machin

In my mistakes, I hope I 've been a queen
Beautiful, lady queen
In a fur, like a silent rebellion,
Find the trace, act as a lion
During this mess, rings a surrounding bell
Throughout the land, the sixteen, the chapel
Tell the birds to shut down their old songs
Let me cry loud, be my crowd
Support my deep excess of losing,
The one I was made for.

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