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She lay there in her bed so sad,
And faced another restless night.
She wondered, 'Am I really bad -
Or am I just an ugly sight?'
She sighed, and switching out the light,
Her lonely heartbeat like a drum,
She told herself all would be right.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

She’d dreamed the strangest dream she’d had,
And saw a man of fearsome height,
Expression wild - he may be mad,
The type that people think will bite.
She woke up, shouting with delight,
'At last I’ve found my own someone!'
Alas, her bed was still as white.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

The morning came and she was glad,
She felt she’d meet the man, her knight.
He wouldn’t mind they called her mad.
She thought she wouldn’t have to fight
To win his love - although she might…
As people treated Lin like scum,
And tapped their heads and smirked, 'Not right',
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

She died alone in bed that night;
The carer telephoned her mum.
She never found her Mister Right.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

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