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Once upon a fairy tale, when I was foolish, young and frail, I chanced upon a girl with auburn hair and eyes of em’rald green. As she stood there young and pretty, “This,” thought I, “is such a pity; That she lives in this dark city, and her beauty rarely seen.” Living in this dark and gloomy city she is rarely seen, And yet, looks so like a queen. As I watched her from a distance, plotting paths of least resistance, She displayed a grace uncommon for a girl of seventeen. Auburn hair so long and flowing, nature’s lovely curves were showing! Still she bore a vast unknowing, caused by her small town routine. Naïve, yet quite beautiful, she lived in her small town routine, Unaware she was a queen. My initial observation led to an interrogation. I discovered deep inside a soul completely pure and clean. With great care my plan of action brought out mutual attraction, And this enticing reaction left us seeking a new scene. She approved of my suggestion for a more romantic scene. She now knew she was a queen. That first date was so transcending it subverted all pretending, And it led to many others, some of which approached obscene! Soon I got the strangest feeling, which began my senses reeling. These encounters were revealing deep emotions unforeseen. I discovered in my heart emotions that were unforeseen. I was in love with my queen! Our relationship grew stronger. My heart was lonely no longer. So much love she now bestowed me - love so wholesome and pristine. Braving any “stormy weather,” cares became light as a feather. We formed bonds so sound together no evil could come between. Bonds of love we formed so strongly evil could not come between. I had truly found my queen. It was autumn, I remember, in the sad month of November, She took ill and oh! her lovely body became pale and lean. Doctors came - prescriptions taken. Diagnoses were mistaken. In the end, all hope forsaken, she lay still and quite serene. Her last words to me were whispered, as she lay there so serene. “I will always be your queen.”
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