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damn, i am so utterly STUCK with having to write a Rumpelstiltskin song!

i hate poetry that rhymes!     :[[

it's your gift you've got to use

if you crave for death's caress

that's the way! - and nothing else.

in reverse -  to break the curse,

cease the pain, saved be, feel at peace

there's a remedy of old, not a myth, but pure bliss:

all you need to save yourself, is  a true love's kiss.