There is a land,
So grey and shaded and dull,
And the people are but whispers
And the water runs thick with cloud
It is here that I rule,
I, the princess of Disdain,
Am well loved by my subjects
And pampered to extremes
I am sorrow embodied
I am feeling untouched
Boring, yet so powerful in my blank way,
I alone am the might of this place
My crown is of thorns,
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