The perfect princess: Sisi

by - 11:44:00 AM




Oh that I had not left the way
That would to freedom me have led,
Oh that I had not gone astray
On vanity's broad path instead.

Now in a prison cell I wake
The hands are bound that once were free
The longing grows that naught can slake
And freedom thou hast turned from me.

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