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This apple you bestow to me This is beauty, all you can see Victory you crave  How could you be so brave As to sentence me to death    Beauty is only skin deep 
This apple you bestow to me This is beauty, all you can see Victory you crave  How could you be so brave As to sentence me to death    Beauty is only skin deep 
Once upon a time, In a land far away, I sat in a peasant’s house, Hidden in disarray.   I had once been reflective, And when they were introspective, Telling the truth was my objective,
They called me a monster, They called me a witch.  They called me a hypocrite,  A bully, a snitch.    They called her beautiful,  A sight to be seen.  More beautiful than any,
Once upon a time There were seven kingdoms Founded by seven sisters And blessed by an immortal witch The stories of these kingdoms You may find familiar But know that all is not as it was told  
"Why must she be so gorgeous?" I look at the young girl playing at my husband's  feet. She has his expressive, thick eyebrows long, slender height and aquiline nose, but
Let me tell you a story, And allow me some of your time, As well as some of your heart.   Let me tell you a story about a girl named Snow White, A girl traditionally known for her beauty, Her purity,
<p>Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;I'm standing here staring appalled.Whose that girl in the reflection,Laced with all those imperfections.
Once upon a time In forest, far away A young, forgotten princess; In tupperware, she lay.   Her prince came riding up
Once upon a time. . . There lived a princess called snow white.Her skin as pale as snow.Her hair of ebony glow.Her lips as red as blood.Yet her beauty was still shunned.
Once upon a time, in a town far away, You know how the story goes; There lived a young girl with ebony black hair, Snow white skin, and lips red as the rose;
Snow White made some changes and inspired those seven dwarves She applied the lessons learned and changed her life for the better Dopey took notice, he made his move and became a motivational speaker
I am born. And pass through a system white and holy. The juxtaposition of sickly green and healthy, blush red. The devil’s advocate, weapon of deception.   Those precious vocal chords rest,
It’s been a while now. Your horns of fire and blood
Lookest in mine eyes and tell me it isn't she, but the one that stands before you, your    most beloved, me.  
Dear newlywed Snow White, now Mrs. Charming,   I know I should be off working right now. I will as soon as this is done. First off, I should probably introduce myself.
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