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Mr night in shining armor
Why do you shield against me? Mr prince charming Charming to those eyes that you make weep. Did you know that's who you are While you bury things so deep? Then pour them on your Ella. What a way to wake the Beauty from her sleep. Or be I your Snow White Fair skin but not fair heart? For if it should be fragile it would surely break apart. Awaken me in the forest with true love's kiss upon my lips But do not hide that love away When the story's not of bliss. This princess has lain in cinders and stone towers in the night With sharp thorns around its edges No hope to see the light. She is stronger than the gold that shines atop her crown so bright. and against your deepest demons her love will not take flight.
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