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When I was a little girl,
I read stories of a prince on a white horse
That was how the world went
But now after all those years,
I find that there is no prince on a white horse
Instead I find myself running after something so different
She's a princess locked away in a castle,
so I suppose this means I'm not right.
I read stories of a prince on a white horse
That was how the world went
But now after all those years,
I find that there is no prince on a white horse
Instead I find myself running after something so different
She's a princess locked away in a castle,
so I suppose this means I'm not right.
Some random scribbles of poetry that I wrote
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