Deep inside the Woods of Time,
Beyond the Ocean of Crystal and Glass,
Lies a young girl all scared and pale.
Eyes of the Wolf and the color of Ice,
Hair like Rapunzel and the shade of Night,
A body so Frail as a Wilting Rose.
Brought to a Land by a Shooting Star,
Lost among strange Life,
This Dream feels so Real.
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