oh pitiful creature, didst thou not knoweth?
thou art a lonely princess did trap in a toweth'r.
aye, thou art did guard by the fi'rcest monster.
the dragon extends h'r black wings
and roars with the red fireth
at the h'roic princes of wax did dress in white
who is't wanteth to free thee from thy gloomy castle.
but oh ladybird, didst thou not knoweth?
washeth hence the drops of sorrow from thy delicate visage f'r thou art stout than any soul or sir h're.
thy most did hate affair can becometh the most wondrous
once thee seeth the desire...
thou art the true warri'r yond can saveth yourself!
thee doth not needeth a knight in tarnish'd armeth'r!
nay, thou hast befriend'd the dragons!
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Poetryyou! oh, maiden, who loves mysterious goddesses in the purple skies that steal hearts and smiles. chase down that ambrosia with silky nectar champagne. you'll become one of us! you're eating like the gods tonight.
