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  • There was a beautiful and harsh kingdom
    With a little marsh
    There was a king with his queen
    And a young teen

    The teen happened to be the prince
    And he was harsh and tense
    And to him came not the love
    Nor the flight of the dove

    Until she came on a morning clear
    And the dove flew near
    And the prince felt love
    And he pondered the dove

    The time for marriage drew nigh
    The prince wanted to stay close by
    But she did not
    And so he said good riddance

    She left and locked herself up
    Forever and a day
    Until she passed away
    Dreaming of her prince

    IMAGE: The Harsh and Beautiful Kingdom
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