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I hide.
Behind the woven colors that caress my body,
Behind the beautiful fan I hold before my face,
Behind the frills of fabric,
the shine of my hair,
I hide.
They see a princess before them,
The beauty of a God.
They see a gentle dancer,
Celebrating their honor
Celebrating their kingdom-
But I hide-
my hand on my sword.
I will avenge you, father.
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3 comments:
Ah! I have failed.
It is time for
Going forth
Into the rising sun
With honor.
Goodbye!
I hide.
Behind the woven colors that caress my body,
Behind the beautiful fan I hold before my face,
Behind the frills of fabric,
the shine of my hair,
I hide.
They see a princess before them,
The beauty of a God.
They see a gentle dancer,
Celebrating their honor
Celebrating their kingdom-
But I hide-
my hand on my sword.
I will avenge you, father.
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