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Once upon a time:

There was a princess, there she stood,
In front of a mirror with a crown of wood

She was not so typical, listen me tell,
Hysterical she could be, you hear it well

She thought she was ugly,
Her friends named her pretty

Her hair like golden locks,
turned black with the banging of the clocks

When the time of rough winds came,
She heard them singing with her name

She became crazy and running like mad,
Later she was to be found, alone and sad

There she stood, nobody around
Again she felt hate, again no sound

There she stood, her eyes all red,
Longing to be in the land of the dead

There she stood, in front of a mirror,
A towel to hide it, to break the terror

Will she break God's heart,
or will he make her tear apart?