The would be king rides with sword unsheathe and rose in hand the king with no crown rides to castle Tinogco.

Though his journey long that would be king rides with hast, no crown no clothe of gold no throne waits.

Through sleepy streets he rides that king with no crown and noble grace, without care to his most august inner traits, he rides to meet again in lovers embrace.

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That would be king, that would be king for now your love for a crown can wait.

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