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The monster wanted love from the maidenAnd gold that the townspeople paid himWhen it came time to collectHim the maiden did rejectTo contain his wrath none could persuade him . .
On a quite curious day, certain events were set into motion. Seven young men sailed out on the ocean. And to their dismay A beautiful, cursed maiden joined on the way. Every man entranced by her beauty
Once upon a time there was a king, but not just a king, A queen, but oh no, Not just a queen, A quite young maiden, But not just a young madien, All were unaware that the perfectly imperfect,
And so it begins, our maiden voyage We start, launching glances, cannons, from across the room Pull anchor, casting off from walls we once docked We sail, setting
In that forest deep and green They came across a maiden Unlike anything they'd ever seen With gold and jewels was laden With words of honey she led them Deep into the wood