I spent most the day
My mind on dear Aniya
My heart dwelt in dream
On the words she had to say
Why did she remind me
The pain I feel talking …
Nay I shan’t say that.
Her beauty clad as she were
Words though, her king?
Was this to remind me
That she who I seek
Is different from the princess
Who cries for her beloved Prince?
She is not the one who I speak
Is that what she wants to remind me
Then why wear clothes that as such
To fill me with doubt, make me worry?
I cannot stop seeking my dear queen
For sure I know this much.

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