

A Fairy TaleA lily maid there was, and fair, She wore white flowers in her hair, But they 'came tangled in the tresses And spread pollen o'er her dresses That lay dirtied on the floor, And as she swept out through the door A loosened nail caught on her hem And made a tear she could not mend. She changed into a flowing gown Of whitest silk that fell around Her feet, and on the end she trod And fell face down upon the sod. When she rose she'd scraped her palm But still she turned to face the dawn And feel the wind rush through her hair And wait until her knight was thA Fairy Tale
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Live by the past. Live in the present. Live for the future.
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Live by the past. Live in the present. Live for the future.
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Live by the past. Live in the present. Live for the future.
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