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Sometimes I pretend I am the queen of the world
Gliding in a silver sleigh of dreams
My dress is made of ripped up clouds
And my crown is woven with moonlight
I float above the sun each day
Watching over my empire
I can feel every triumph and every
Disappointment ripple through me like a
Stone cast into a deep crystal pond
But as time steals by it is not so wonderful
To hold the weight of the world
And I would much rather be a normal girl
Bound to life and nothing more
So I raise my lips to the velvet sky
And gently kiss each star in the Milky Way farewell
I suppose that even the queen of the world
Grows weary of her place in the universe

Queen of the World Ana Carpenter
Ana Carpenter, 10
Chicago, IL

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