Beautiful Embers
Dear old Cinderella
Going to the ball
Oh with great joy she readied
But mother wasn't pleased
In the dead of night
Mother snuck out with the light
Cinder work in flames
Oh the scream of fear and pain
Little Cinderella
In cinders she shall lay.
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