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Alone, she'll sit in her hidden palace, Silent, no sign of a sound at all, Moving, she dresses into her gown - Black and grey for the midnight ball, Her hair so smooth, yet tatty, Her skin so white, but dark, As she wanders amongst the many guests, Not attempting to leave her mark, Frowned upon by all, is it how she looks? Yet she has such beautiful features, She doesn't care, has no feelings at all, She ignores any other living creature, Though that too does not bother her, All that she needs to do, Is get to the ballroom as fast as she can, She's near, in sight is a chandelier, sparkling new, She drifts quickly into the room, empty, Not a soul in sight at all, Just alone the princess stands, As she returns for the midnight ball. |
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| The Forgotten Princess |
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