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A FAIRY PRINCE
Prince Charming, when the wizard's wand
Had wrecked for aye my fairyland;
Had razed my castles to the earth,
And killed my child heart with his mirth;
Then weeds grew rank where flowers had been,
And slow snakes flashed their length between.
Had wrecked for aye my fairyland;
Had razed my castles to the earth,
And killed my child heart with his mirth;
Then weeds grew rank where flowers had been,
And slow snakes flashed their length between.
Prince Charming, when the darkness came,
With many tears I called your name,
And “Give me back my fairyland!”
You took me by the willing hand
Ere day had lit the dawn's pale flame;
You left me when the darkness came.
With many tears I called your name,
And “Give me back my fairyland!”
You took me by the willing hand
Ere day had lit the dawn's pale flame;
You left me when the darkness came.
Prince Charming, spite of wizard's wand,
You said you'd find my fairyland.
I open eyes too sad for tears—
Nought but an open grave appears.
You said you'd find my fairyland.
I open eyes too sad for tears—
Nought but an open grave appears.
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