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In a kingdom of splendor, where two worlds entwine,

A royal prince and a kitchen girl, their destinies align,

She, a delicate flower, blooming with grace,

He, a thorned prince, concealing his face,

Sunshine and moonlight, their paths intertwine,

Yet darkness engulfs him, a love he can't define.

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