The royal crown is not your virtue,
Nor is a golden scepter.... No!
It's Love! And yet, even without them
You are the Mistress of the world.
The way you speak is not for orders,
They don't sound good... As with your voice
Each word you say is only holy,
Like lullaby for girls and boys...
Your whisper has this mighty power
To turn the stars back to the sky...
You are Beethoven's long-lost hearing....
You are Homer's forgotten sight...
You are the Mistress of the world Vasile Romanciuc
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