Ask me, candied bride, whose eyes so bright
They send me messages of love, each night,
Am I the dignity you wish to invite,
The man, the sublime taste for you?
Ask me, thorny queen, whose divine sleep
Calls me to dream so wretchedly deep,
Am I the prickly sight one would keep,
The man, the fairy tale you knew?
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