I want fame, I will fortune but no flashing lights,
No crowded streets or endless nights
Where strangers pry and whispers sting
I want the peace that’s fit for a king.
I crave life’s simple, quiet charms
A walk at dusk, warm hearts, calm arms.
Yet I long for splendour, gilded and grand The velvet touch of power in hand.
I yearn for wealth that silences fear,
No sleepless nights with futures unclear.
I dream of sands where turquoise tides…
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