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Once

upon a time

I was Queen, I had it all. Now, I've nothing at all.

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I was the Queen, I had it all.
Now though I have, nothing at all.

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Won’t ya play it [again] Sam? For old times’ sake.

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Author Anna BidoonismPosted on December 1, 2020December 25, 2020Categories LoveTags Loneliness, lost love, Love, lovesick, Poem, Poetry, Saudade, Unrequited love

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