Someday my prince will come
In the secluded wood that surrounds
We will mix among the trees
Hushing each of our little sounds
The lush fruit that hangs
He will beg for the slightest taste
And he can have each and every bite
So that there is none to waste
And away to his castle we'll go
Riding hard and straight ahead
The black night and its creatures standing out
Against my lips of apple red
We'll find our love anew
In the darkest, solitary tower
Where we will be bound and touched
And then I deflowered
And with the wettest of kisses, I awake
To a bed only covered with sweat and the moon
Shaking and shivering with the thought of
Someday when my dreams will come true...
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