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Once upon a time, there was the fairest maiden whose beauty matched the frosty snow
At the same time, the warmth of her heart matched her fiery red lips
Throughout the kingdom, everyone knew her innocent beauty would glow
Ok.
So maybe there were never 7 and a pretty girl.
Just one.
Just her.
And they were all pieces of her mind
Heading home for lunch is
the only highlight I have and
it’s too long for my liking.
They call me Grumpy;
my six brothers know better than to bug me.
I ignore them and worry about my own business.
