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Henry Smith never imagined falling in love with you, a princess, daughter of the former king.
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But here he is writing poems about you and for you.
Of course he knew you wouldn't love him back, there's no way your brother, the king, would let you marry him, a humble poet.
He still dreams of you, every day and night.
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