Analysis of My Tiara
I don't know how,
I don't know when,
Maybe here or in my trance,
I saw you and me the best of friend,
Holding your hands in my hands,
At Sahara the dessert of sands,
Praying this sacred tiara of our clans,
Will last forever and never can end.
| Scheme | ABCDEEFD |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111 1111 1011011 111010111 1011011 101000111 101100101101 1101001011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 235 |
| Words | 49 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 8 |
| Lines Amount | 8 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 184 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
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