The never ending love
Once opon a time,
There was a prince,
When you saw his face it would make you wince
But he was rich
Which gave a poor women an itch
So she ran to the price,with no love for him at all
And danced with him at the first ball
Yet faked a death to get a kiss
Which nobody new,so it might make you hiss
Cause now this story is known as snow white
You all knew that girl wasn't right.
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