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She wears a long gown made of silk, a princess in line for the throne.
In another time and place, a warrior marches alone.
Carrying a sword by the hilt through the mud, she goes.
While the princess is cossetted and pampered, red paint upon her toes.
What would she know of pain or hardship of any kind?
Has she ever held the hands of the dying?
The warrior has survived so many battles.
Each one fought behind closed doors.
A warrior or a princess?
I know what I would rather be.
I may not wear a crown upon my head, but I am still a queen.
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