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Briar Rose and the Son of Rumpelstilts
Like a spindle you weave your tale All around me in my lonely lair, Is there a scene where I might find the grail? Just wake from your sleep and I will take you there. Tell me what you see, has it all been foretold? Do all your dreams begin within this room? As I sat there and watched you spin hay into gold No clue as to who worked at my magic loom. Was it too much to ask for you love, When all I had to do was take a little blood? So fine is the tip of the needle you loathe It was just a pinprick but little did I know, I captured your heart and you started to fall No spell I could cast from my book of lore. Was it too much to ask for your love, When all I had to do was take a little blood? Is it a crime to ask for too much, When the straw on my floor was more than enough? Now castles are falling and so many years have passed I can see your prince calling for him the brier will part, But I wont let you escape without guessing my name And for that my love you only get three days.
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