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The earring

(Lars Glasø)

Remember her entrance that evening

The queen came in without a warning

Felt my life was about to commence

Mundane things started to make sense

Hoping my prospects were good

She could see me from

where she stood             

Pretending to be cool, talking about

intellectual stuff

Bragging loudly and showing off

 

After a while her eyes met mine

My heart was beating fast 

I looked for a sign

She turned away and smiled

to someone near            

Disappointed I ordered a beer 

 

Soon I felt better and became bolder

Someone spoke and put a hand

on my shoulder

The queen said I was wearing

a nice earring

Thought it was something wrong

with my hearing

 

Told her I didn't wear any earring

She said I had to if I wanted to be king

Considered her suggestion but preferred

to stay without

She left the room, I was counted out

After a while her eyes met mine

Held my breath and looked for a sign

She turned away and smiled

to someone near   

        Acting as if I wasn't there

I acted as if I didn't care  

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