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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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