The introvert girl with the long blond hair
The wallflower girl with flowers in her hair
Loved it in the tower they called her lair.
But she did not see it this way
As she saw a home.
With her chamber of mysteries
Filled with bouquets.
She wanted to dance and to sing
Up in her tower of spring.
But as the day came all the flowers died
And was asked to lend down her hair
She left her wonderful little home
And pushed her fun aside.
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