How sad it is being Prince of a kingdom without life, without troubadour, without fiserman, neither without amusing symbols. It's in deep sadness that every day he hopes, for these words:
«Almighty, who is the only one to hear me, come break this solitary ordeal, these eternal days under the sign of boredom, show yourself, I swear I’ll adore you, I’ll adulate you as One might expect"
by ro streetart
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