No fella for Cinderella

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The air smells of springtime, Of newness and of life. The sky looks like the sea, Scattered with sparkling lights.   The way he looks tonight
Hickory dickory dock,  Cinderella said "screw the clock". She stayed at the ball, She danced with them all, the women, the men, the short, and the tall. Her gown went from fab, To totally drab,
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