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Princess of fairy tales let me look at you. Your castle is so vast I cannot get through. Your beauty is famous amongst every race: Dworven dukes and Elven earls joust to behold your face. Your beauty's left its finger print - since the time I saw - in my brain: a vision of a graceful roe. The likeness of Mother Mary: your face is nice and sad majestik as pure diamond a painting above my bed. Your eyes, jewels of amber flames trapped in them guarded by holy knights the armoured gentlemen. Your eyelashes stab the sky and shiny clouds of dreams rainbow and stardust fly when you cry your tears. Arches of eyebrows orname