The fluttering that you feel inside
Have endless reasons to suppress mind
A thought so nice could be fantasized
Would it ever be true? Reminiscence reminds
My strokes were fine, for that moonlit night
But never from the darkness, the prince arrived
I dared to dream, my pious wish
All dried up with my painted night
Though the smile remains, my strength reflects
How I wished it to be like a tale
Who wants her heart to sell?
But fairytale can’t be woven with tattered fleeces.

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