One sad king

He is depressed under his crown
Cause when he sees the ground
All that his mind can think
Is of the way his daughter died
One day did and forever will
Every day in his mind
In an infinite of different ways
Some more easy, some more wild.
The red queen thought about it a whole day
Drinking red wine
With her red lips
Holding a red letter
From her white dead daughter
In the near shelter

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