You call me child,
You call me week,
You call me naive,
oh, but sweetheart, I am not so,
my blood is made of stardust,
and my heart of burning flames,
I have the strength of a Warrior,
and mind of a wise man,
you thought you could lock me
in your grasp,
but darling my sword is sharp,
and your grip loose,
and this is how I become the queen

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