NARRATOR
Light floods the eastern sky.
A new day dawns.
The cloud over the kingdom lifts.
Shutters swing back, *inhale*, ahh.
The scent of hope hangs sweet upon the breeze.
In the palace corridors, courtiers, very eager to please,
Flit hither and thither.
Birds sing.
Crowds throng at the palace gates,
Mothers, fathers, children on shoulders.
The sergeant polishes his buttons in the sun.
The townsfolk jostle for a better view.
Something's coming.
Something new.
Princess, we can safely say,
Your savior is on his way.
Soon now, he will come to you.
For now, there's nothing he can't do.
Now he has reclaimed the cure.
Now his heart is pure.
Now he has reclaimed his life.
And now, now, dear friends,
Here he comes to claim his wife.
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