The sleep of a royal princess,
aloft on her noble steed;
makes all the terrors of night,
be gone and forgotten indeed.
And though these unwelcome night visitors,
try again tomorrow;
they’ll get the same old send off,
to their everlasting sorrow.
Francis Y Takahashi
The dream of a royal princess,
High on his noble steed;
It makes all night terrors,
they're gone and forgotten by the way.
And although these unwanted nocturnal visitors,
they will try again tomorrow;
they will have the same old snub,
for eternal sadness.
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