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M A I D E N O F T H E T O W E R

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"
But the golden trellises did not fall.
Prince Charming looked up in fear and despair,
At the tower above that was so tall.

He called out again, but all was silent.
So he was obliged to make up his mind.
He started his climb, intentions gallant,
Using the overgrown plants intertwined

In the eroding stones of the tower.
Out of breath he reached the top but the room
Was vacant, naught but a note and flower,
With the lingering frangrance of perfume.

He opened the note: "Thanks for the ride."
She stole the horse while he had climbed inside.