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But through loving eyes
 Beauty one can truly see.


I rose this morning from my bed
a dream still in my eyes
a little voice inside me said
‘thy dreams never are lies’.

A King was I, an era through
no richer man, behold
my friends were many, one was you
together we shared gold.

But ever touched what precious I thought
the gold turned into stone
so others soon my kingdom bought
the King stood on his own.

Abandoned, stripped, my soul caught sight
of higher state of mind
I saw this magic, Lilly White
a flower, left behind.

With tender heart, and cautious eyes
I, King once, touched and kept
this precious flower, free of lies
so many tears I wept.

One crystal tear from my eye came
down on the leafs it fell
at once appeared you, pure white flame
and all the realm was well.

No King, no more want I to be
without such blooming Queen
henceforth through those new eyes I see
true beauty ever been.

Manuel