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Standing in front of a big iron gate  Waiting for you, waiving at you  To return home from long journey  From far, far foreign land away   Here you are, standing in front of me 
Here lies a prince from Spain  Who always were an armor of pure black.  With mind and heart fully intact,  He took the chance to first attack.   
You are so coolIn the things that you doYou are so coolThere is no one like you I am a foolTo think I could be that coolIf I try tooIt would embarrass you
I imagine one day a prince would come Just as all the fairy tales say. But wait as I might, he has yet to appear I worry he may have lost his way.   My parents tell me to remain patient.
Twas the evening under the sea Where there wasn't one princess but three They resided in separate castles But meeting up was never a hassle  
Once upon a time, a young lady ran away from the ball. Due to stereotype, Cinderella immediately comes to your mind. The difference is Cinderella's prince searched for her, the young lady's prince did not.
Once, long ago, (think back, if you will) Stood a beautiful palace on top of a hill; And under that palace, a kingdom that’s not
There was once a princess in a far away land Who was offering up her marriage hand However all the princes that had come a calling Found her behavior gross and appalling  
Deriving from a single articulation  Are the eyes that close slightly In the supposition that there is a cation  Sprouts the intuition of the anion The appellation is such that the sky hazes over 
Who knew that a shoe could be the path to love? The prince thought it couldn't be true that she was gone.   He was considered a fool. Others would ask, "You didn't get her name?!"
Once upon a time in suburbia not far, there lived a middle aged women who lived on a hill.
By Charlene Jones   He woke up groggy Unaware of his surroundings. Prince charming grew precautious His royal heart was pounding. Then the world came to focus. He remembered where he lied.
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
I sat alone Waiting Typical fairytale I, the lonely damsel In a tower Awaiting a rescuer I sing and read and paint to pass the time Until my hero gets here One day he found me in my tower
Once upon a time, I was a princess I was a beauty who lived in a castle; I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words, But all the while found my stigma a hassle   There was a prince I was supposed to love,
Tonight the dogs fought, Sounding all at once Like a thousand people screaming And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off, Their wings smacking the air All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
Once Upon A Time There was a princess who was deemedmost beautiful of them all. She didn’t want the title,and the title didn’t want her.For she never felt beautiful.
There's no fairy tales that I know about For what is a fairy tale really about An act of Love or a true love's kiss Maybe a boy who saves a young girl I've seen it all but not really at all
There once lived a prince with a high status quo  and a pauper whose status meant naught   but a fated encounter brought them together and the prince indeed fell in love  
Once upon a time Cinderella doesn’t get a job and leave home Snow White’s dwarves are her lysosomes Rapunzel keeps reaching for that comb
Rapunzel: Prince, Prince, let down your beard to me I've never been kissed by someone so hairy My mom is on me to find a man to love I was trespassing and saw your stubble above
(Cinder)ella had pleaded A wish she had needed The young fairy was happy to provide Ella desired a prince Who would love her since
Once upon a time, there was a dragon Who spent his time alone Inside a castle that once held laughter Now gone, all left was cold stone. He was never this way For his true appearance 
Once upon a time... There was a ball here A ball there Balls Balls Balls everywhere. Father says it's time I pick a bride "Someone to help rule by your side."  But why must it be a wife 
As I approached the bed of a sleeping woman whose name I know not, My feet come to a halt and my breath becomes withheld. I cannot help but stare in awe of my findings
Fairy Tales Are written about princesses With magic and love. But people forget about those who don’t get happy endings.
a day a month a year thats how long they've known each other  it started in deep winter  it was still an adventure  they never spoke about the future  they never spoke about the kids
Once upon a time, a Princess was forced to stay high in a tower—nope, not original. Once upon a time, a Princess was cursed to an eternal slumber—already been done!
Why must there always be a damsel in distress? Waiting in her elegant dress, the Princess waits for Prince Charming to arrive,  So that he can rescue her from her tragic backstory and together forever thrive.
my eyes won't get any less redand my heart won't get any less deadif you were to buy me everything in the world,or lay me down in bed
Rapunzel so beautiful, So delicate, So mystifying. Her hair so long, Long enough to create a wall- Against all- Who dare oppose. She loved to wait upon her window sill,
"Knight in Shining Armour" what's that supposed to mean? My Knight in Shining Armour, wears T-shirts and denim jeans.  He might not fight off dragons, or have a pet reindeer
Once upon a midnight dreary Cinderella could see her future clearly A life in a house With step-mother louse Cinderella's eyes got quite bleary.   Enough of this! She blarted As she stood
Once a upon a time, There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor. Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother Made her do all the chores.  
Clock strikes twelve Gorgeous prince dwells Fair maiden is locked in cell Lovers meet and step-mom lets out a yell  Someone rings the bells
One upon a time there was a girl with hair of gold She was locked away in a dark tower, or so I'm told. But the truth is, Rapunzel did not want to go outside The last time that Gothel asked her to go out, she cried.
Once upon a time, in a town far away, You know how the story goes; There lived a young girl with ebony black hair, Snow white skin, and lips red as the rose;
I woke and fell in your arms Has your lips touched mine Never knowing much more Trying to keep us from falling apart 
Once upon a time, All the stories and nursery rhymes floated through the air, filling the room with magic and hope. Back when we were innocent, and didn't know  that that isn't how the world works.
In 2016 I learned how to walk with death. We lost so many influential people that taught the world a variety of lessons.
“Purple Rain” Rendition   I’m standing in the rain, praying in the rain The fun turned into pain
They never talk about this. They never talk about what happens after. When the crowds leave. When the pomp and circumstance has faded. When there's nothing left but me and him.
The artist formely known as To get through this thing called life Shifted onto 3rd eye metamor(phase)                         7.                    (4 - 21)
If you knew the things you do me, You wouldn't get enough of me. 'Cause no matter what, I'll always stay. Take me, babe. Make me your sex slave.   I like your very vibrant mind.
You use to be my Luke Sky-Walker, and now you are my Hans Solo. (Star Wars) You were tired of monkeying around. (Jungle Book)
Down the dark dungeon steps, He ran for his life. Down the tall tower stairs, Footsteps close behind.
How many frogs do I have to kiss  to get a prince who will give me bliss. How many lamps do I have to rub to give me someone I can truly love.
Don't leave. Just don't. Stay close to me. Be patient and gentle, then you'll see. Get to know me. I have layers upon layers of thought spent on who I am. There's contradictions.
It is common knowledge that Princesses are associated with towers,  Waiting, sighing, crying, whining, pining away for men with flowers,  And shining knights to come and fight the awful dragons of their past, 
Have you ever seen eyes that speak sermons.Respirations that birth holy spirits.With those kind of eyelids that are like curtains,Blocking out sunlight that flowers cherish.
My heart belongs to the boy in the sky In his magical castle way up high   He took my arm one dreary day And lead me to a world not so far away   A place where I was free of cares
Gold and red-checkered lips. Pink and purple plumage in pin-curled hair. Corsets colliding with chosen partners. Flickers of light from silver sequins scattering the ballroom.
Fairytales I never used to believe in fairytales I’m not like Cinderella when the clock strikes 12. Won’t prick my finger and fall asleep Or become a prisoner and love a beast. But I met you
Two evil sisters Cinderella, a poor maid Her sisters prepare Magnificent scene The royal ball of the king The Music like gold
Letters of blue, background of gray. A forlorn hue, a fading day. Memories made, memories lost. Characters built, companions cost. Childhood gone, in body for sure. Maturity's con,
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