by lost dream

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with silken hair and pale blue eyes

the lovely princess rode away

a golden crown upon her head

her lips so red, her smile was wicked

as her slender fingers tightened

over the prince's fragile heart

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like honey, sweet, her voice

a nightingale, so tenderly she touched

the prince's silent tears

her feet as she stepped back into the night

her curves swallowed hungrily

by the morning's early light

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a smile that melted stone

even nature loved her beauty and her silhouette

the trees spoke to her of dignity

the sun of life's eternity

but her long black lashes covered

cold, blue emptiness inside

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