a little bit of pixie dust
no matter how small
makes the glass slipper fit
and the rose petals fall
the colors of the wind
brush the blue waves foam
to where did dance fish
who called the sea shore's home
bite the poison apple
and wait with snow white lips
sleep like a beauty
and wait for your prince.
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emonis
thinks* i thought that this would never happen
me become someone i'm not
but finally be someone i know
thinks* i thought that this would never happen
me become someone i'm not
but finally be someone i know
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