There wasn't a perfect meeting
And there wasn't a perfect goodbye
We became stranger just
Like the banks of river
Which was never meant to meet.
We had a kingdom where
I was your princess
With the red dress and long hair
And we were never my prince
Who came riding on the white horse
With the black silk coat and the gracious smile
And the story never seems to end
Yet never seemed to start.
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