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MARC BOLAN, handwritten poem/lyrics in Bolan's idiosyncratic style of handwriting, it reads: "the Princess of old/rite who sits/upon the dragons wings/ Flew Over the silver/ Palace walls -/ its bridge stood/ high above the trolls/ sten dry sea, at nite/ crys of void were seen/ as empty eyes/ spying thru the mist/ along the bridge. the/ wizards Forest was/ alite with Fires of spells/ the dragon landed with/ tired wings, the Princess/ called you, the elf/ & they magicked love for/ this empty land/ For somewhere in a garden the last children play. Marc"