Clumsy wings flutter up and down the sky
Into the world of innocence it flown and try.
It tasted the wines offered by gorgeous dames,
It licked the flames of many dangerous games.
To a contry dame, the world is full of adventure
To a prince, a royal life is nothing but forever a bore.
Court life would amaze the heart of a commoner,
Country life would entrall a restless throne’s heir.
We all walk the thin wire of great uncertainty
Braving the harsh reality is a chancy dance we play.
In the lonely path of a broken line of destiny,
I’ll hold your hand and trust your true love for me.
Life is a series of tangled vines crawling in the fence
Sometimes it’s easy and most times it’s sad and dense.
The web of chance always entangled in a wild mess,
That’s the game of life pushed in the board of chess.
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