mother gothel
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To have a friend
Is all you need
To talk to others
In order to succeed
I never had that choice
To be loved by my peer
Simply cause of my voice
Others were filled with fear
Mother has always told me the only reason I would ever be loved is for my youthful looks
Father left her – left us because she no longer had her looks
Flower gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Repunzal with your hair so long
You're tried to escape for your 10th time
With bare feet and and grit teeth
You throw your hair down low
