There is a castle on a cloud
where she sweeps her dust away
the dust she carries from the shame
of being a slave everyday
"Your Majesty my name's Cosette
down with the rats that's where i stand
sometimes i pretend I'm a little princess
the little princess my mother says i am
My royal duties are only two
i clean and sing about true love
to amuse the fools that took my life
and kept me captive like a dove
I request one of Your best servants
to help me find my mom long gone
since she left me with those men
i only wished to never been born
So Your Majesty i'll take this one
to follow me on my demand
i will return this man to you
when i find her love again."
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