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Lonesome Prince
Lovely palace walls surround them And servents at their beck and call. Money and wealth ~ Power and fame. And yet...I wonder what they think. To be the princes of a country. What does it mean to them? Are they tired of Pomp and circumstance? Is it worth it all? For, what is life with fame and fortune If your mother is gone?
Dreama Hildebrand 2~11~98 Dedicated to the memory of Diana, Princess of Wales And her beautiful children
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