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The Fairest Maiden
The fairest maiden of all, smiles as she drops the petal,
Floating slowly till touching the babbling brook far below.
He loves me she whispered,
As the last rose is bared.
Locked in this castle the dreams dance inside,
A voice from the past she wishes not heard.
The knight not so shining on this drizzling day,
The steps to this tower are steep and restricted.
The life and the love is waiting for her,
Another whose heart the petals float for.
The brook of her life is where real love rests.
The roses are gone, the brook is still there,
The love waits for her, no sadness it has.
The real knight is waiting to bring her new flowers.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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