At the Stroke of Midnight
Oh, Cinderella, Cinderella, why would you hurry to wait for the handsome fella?
You are independent and strong, and have been, far before your prince came along.
Never let anyone control your ability to be free, it is something that is only yours to decree.
Now is your time to shine, my dear, embrace your independence without a trace of fear.
It is time to flip the script and write your own tale, this time about an empowered female.
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