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Sitting in my Castle (Jack and the Bean Stalk)


Sitting in my castle, the cold air blows

It is not a hassle, still it does not grow

Waiting for years to hear through my ear

A footstep by man who has no fear 

I welcome him with golden orbs of light

Through seldom noise I await the night

For one day that bean stalk will stand

And the sun stays and walks with man

The orbs of light, are golden eggs

In the core of fright, I start to beg

The beanstalk I accept, will never reach

No man will step, in the kingdom I keep

 

 
 
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