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So on our voyage we were lucky enough to visit the Loire Valley, France , and several chateaux. I was especially moved at Chenonceau, to hear about the various broken -hearted women who had lived there over the years, and decided there and then I was going to write this song .
It struck me..
No castles made of stone,
No husbands on a throne
No crowns and jewels and velvet gowns
No millions of works of art
Nothing nothing nothing can prevent
The treachery of a broken heart