There's a castle,
off in the distance. I can see the tops of its turrets along my horizon. It calls to me, on foggy nights when the children fall asleep. It tells me I'm its queen. I am. Of course I am. My castle misses me. Hush now, babies, and gather your things. No worries about the fog outside, dreary as it may seem. We're off to Mommy's palace, where the steps are made of stones and you will greet each one. Yes, this is Mommy's castle Yes, I am its Queen. Over here now babies, up the stoney stairs. There's a gift up there, for my young heirs. A view of my Queendom, you will forever behold. Quick now, before you little ones grow too old. Please don't scream, little sister, I promise, your brother didn't feel a thing. Enjoy the fall, little sister and tell your brother what you've seen. My castle is so lonely, but it only calls to me.
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