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Blushing Cheeks


Once upon a time,

there was a young girl fair

with blushing cheeks, petite physique,

and shining ebony hair.

 

With lips as red as blood

and skin as pale as snow,

there was no doubt for her mother stout,

the daughter had to go. 

 

She called upon the huntsman,

said "Bring me her bleeding heart"

so he set forth, heading north

to find the grisly part. 

 

The maiden was quite fearful,

she ran the best she could

with blushing cheeks her petite physique 

she hid deep in the woods. 

 

The huntsman was quite skillful

and found the little maid.

To her blushing cheeks and petite physique,

much attention was paid. 

 

He spirited her away

to a cottage in the woods.

And with blushing cheeks and petite physique

she live the rest of her days. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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