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Sleeping BeautySleeping beauty Pricked the needle nevermore She brought it on herself She thought it her security From the big bad wolvesSleeping Beauty
Lurking in the enchanted wood No prince to likely climb her hair Only the dreams that once were Buried in the snow.
So white, so pure,
Full lips of blood
They tease and taunt her now How could they believe A prince would be waiting for her On the other end of the wishing well Or that from her sleep
He would bring her back
To the forest of midnight and wine To the place of sweet music Of dancing, a
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