The queen of hearts has lost her crown
I watched the beggar pull her down
from her throne
of gold and nails.
No longer hearts will be impaled.
The queen of hearts has gone away.
Offer yourself another day.
She has no purpose for your feet
Your youth,
your blood
she may find sweet.
The queen of hearts has gone away
Offer yourself another day.
She has no purpose for your heart.
The hands of the beggar
are here to stay.
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