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Once upon a time,
On an ordinary day,
I pondered to myself
Whether or not I ought to make a daisy chain.
Was the effort of rising,
On a summer day, hot,
Worth the pleasure of tying
What's my name?
What's my name?
The little mans's chant
Pounding and Pounding and Pounding through my head
That blasted question that took my everything.
One word
If only I had known
Had the Beast been evil
And Belle within the walls
There'd be no retrieval
And no singing in the halls
Had the servants wished revenge
On poor Beauty's head
No one could avenge
Behold! The gentle touch of dying breath is now upon the gods!
That said, their many heads ensure at least one still lives on prolong'd.
With recourse yet no further will they stay, but they, against the odds,
