Through the shadow's in the night,
she hides her face so out of sight,
she dreams of linen, silk and white,
she dreams of her handsome knight,
her Lancelot.
She feels alone and so sad,
she tries to think, but she only gets mad,
This princess reaches for a hand,
on this road to Camelot.
Beyond the shadow's lies her fate,
she feels he'll decide much too late,
I see her losing all her faith,
will she win or will she brake,
for Lancelot.
She has no urge for another,
she wants him for her only lover,
will this princess pull his covers,
and reach the road to Camelot?
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