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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Once upon a time, There was a girl who thought of herself as being a great Dame She would walk alone And tell everyone that she had a heart of stone She pushed off her admirers Claiming they met not her desires She broke many a hearts By simply refusing to be their sweethearts But one day, while she walked in the lonely forests She came face to face with an enchantress The latter was busy in concocting spells To make of herself the world's only belle among the many belles Angry for having been disturbed She threw a curse on the great Dame Be hated, she said, be ugly and be forever un-loved Be made of fire so that anyone who touches you does perish in your flame The young girl could do nothing She tried to be to the world a bit more humbling But everyone rebuked her Everyone despised her, hated her Why, if she did try to be good, She scorched as would be a piece of fiery wood If she did reach out to a young lad She was laughed at, as if she was one so mad! Why, she thought many a times of jumping into the raging sea Maybe it would be good, if she did die way too early Arrogant she had once been Arrogant and one so mean! But yet, she found not the courage to do such She found not the courage to kill herself as such Nor could she open her veins Nor could she inflict on herself, other pains Lost and discouraged, she sought out the mountains She would live there, all alone, and in disdain That was when she came face to face again with the enchantress I shall cure you, only if you do allow me to be your mistress Such was done and the young maiden became an evil slave She accepted to do many evil deeds for her mistress, so abusive So much that one day, as she looked at herself in a mirror She shrieked with horror She was old, wrinkled, ugly and witchy No more did she have any beauty Why, her life had been cursed, her life had been arrogant Now, she could only accept her Fate's punishment!
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