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Why question the world, whether it’s real
let dragons exist, breathing fire
and fairies float like gypsies unhinged
there yet may be a miracle indeed
where hearts of stones melt indeed
as midnight’s strokes mean nothing
no hurry to be the undoing of many.
So simple it be, the sleeping beauty beneath
a prick of spindle did send indeed
her entire castle to sleep, sound and undisturbed for centuries
till roaming the lonely corridor brought boredom
and for adventure and cure she left her kin
in search for that one kiss from a stranger destined.
Such folly, such folly magnificent
for a princess to leave
the crown, the safety,
into the woods deep.