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....Stories can come from all sorts of things.... Tales spun from golden strings secret songs of names and meanings golden hair and the tallest towers princes seeking entrance after hours kisses given to amphibian things hoping to turn into a handsome being poisoned wines to bring on sleep a hidden sponge his secret to keep life depending on a rose of all things the heart of a woman to turn nightmares into dreams magic carpets across distant lands beauty held within grains of sand houses of sticks, bricks, and straw a wolf always tries to destroy them all Candy cottage every child's dream A sweet old woman or so it seems The finest cloth feeling like air on bare skin Royal humiliation being man's worst sin... ...But only fairy tales are spun from pure imagination and dreams....
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