She was a child, quiet and bright Read fairy tales most every night And dreamed of worlds so far away Where dragons and love were true Where magic powers saved the day And Prince Charming took her away And wicked parents, in the end, Wore burning iron shoes She grew up and moved away From mother's cruelty and father's rage And journeyed to the city that She knew was paved with gold She found out before too long That all the fairy tales were wrong No magic beans were paid her for Her body, which she sold She tried so hard to ease her pain Plunged poisoned needles in her veins It could not stop the emptiness That tore her from inside She never again had chance to weep The needle put her into sleep No handsome prince kissed her awake And so, alone she died Seductive Pipers call away many children who are at play They do not know that pain awaits The luring, lying song And poor young girls will walk on knives To try to keep themselves alive If only fairy godmothers Could set right all that's wrongBirth sign: Not entered
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