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Beauty lies sleeping, in meadows of green

Billowing satin, around her, serene

A treasure for one, in a dress made from gold

She’s awaiting her true love, so the story’s been told

But perhaps, she no longer can wait for her knight

Completely exhausted, she gives up the fight

Content to be dreaming of another, instead

Beauty stays sleeping, on her yellow flowered bed



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