You stand behind the curtain red
A crown atop your trembling head
You say your lines within your mind
And await your cue to enter
You hear two words, a loud "My Queen!"
You step into the bright white lights
Your royal robes, and shining crown
Give you power and great renoun
Curtain call arrives far too soon
You smile, the crowd is moved to tears
"Enchore, enchore!" rings in your ears
A fearsome pride wells inside you
And you dip your head once again
To the thunder of clapping hands
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