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I was a queen, and I have lost my crown; / A wife, and I have broken all my vows; / A lover, and I ruined him I loved: -- / There is no other havoc left to do. / A little month ago I was a queen, / And mothers held their babies up to see / When I came riding out of Camelot. / The women smiled, and all the world smiled too.
And now, what woman's eyes would smile on me? / I still am beautiful, and yet what child / Would think of me as some high, heaven-sent thing, / An angel, clad in gold and miniver? / The world would run from me, and yet am I / No different from the queen they used to love.