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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

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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

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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

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I acted as if I didn't care  

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