LYRIC
How joy us
How long have I been dreaming? [Nicolas] Not long my love
But think of it no longer [the Queen Of the South] Did you find it?
That heart of mine? [Nicolas] What is this foul whispering? [the Queen Of the South] Still kept a secret eye upon you
It has been safe
Inside the tower's chamber [Nicolas] This is not you speaking
It can't be
I mistook your passion for love [the Queen Of the South] I fear you did
However
The conquest is over
For I love thee not [the Golden King] He is a dreamer
Let him be
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