Song 6:
linkBeware of the thought
That carries te to jail,
Where iron is the captive of the bars,
And water complains in its glass,
And be careful of the prisoner’s song.
It has the singer written in. I’m trapped. Trapped da my station. Trapped da my poverty. Trapped da my gender. The prince loves me. So what? His father won’t let us be together. I Amore the prince. So what? I am only a maid, a servant. Nobody.
I should leave. Just leave in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. Being away from here, away from him would be painful, but...
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