Isadora walked up the stairs,
“Wake up, sweet love,” she cried,
But she saw her husband lying there,
And quickly realized her husband died.
Down she rushed to the maids’ quarters,
To tell them their king was dead;
And all the maids wailed with horror,
While they crowded around his bed.
Taking charge, though pain stabbed her heart,
She ordered the ladies to go on with their duties.
The Queen went through the day, doing her part;
But was found in an alley, broken-hearted and deceased.
True love finds it’s way into open hearts,
A tragedy in the end, when you pull out Cupid’s darts.
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