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Written by Lucia M

The stars in the sky and
Fall upon my shoe
 
Sparkling and pretty
Glistening in the street
 
There is no time
We left at the drop of a dime
 
The prince follows as we flee
Pristine beauty awaiting his bride
 
Blonde and dirty is where I’ll be
The hand grasps mine and tugs
 
I look into blue eyes
I loon back into his green
 
Brother against brother
A war for my heart
 
Princely duty condemns his kiss
The kin looks back and praises illegitimacy
 
To fall in love at might night
My pain wished for me
 
Little did she know
I’d be lost at first sight
 
A price she had in mind
She wasn’t far off, though
 
He isn’t the son
She wished for me
 
Starlight glistens in my
Curls and glitters off my dress
 
I know he doesn’t love me
I know I’m the means to his choice
 
At my godmother’s wish I fell in love
At her request he was of royal blood
 
She never said I had to stay in love
 
So I’ll be in love tonight
Fallen for the son of the king
 
My shoe made of glass will inspire a legend
My heart made of stone will desire a revolution
 
I’ll leave tonight and never come back
I’ll never let my son see the golden bridge
 
I’ll send back my granddaughter
And tell my story soon enough

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