Once upon a fairy tale
There was a pretty lad
He bowed before a lady
And promised all he had
Upon receiving her in faith
He turned and spurned her love
Leaving her in agony
With a heavy hearted shove.
Her doom and gloom spread out
And darkened all the land
Until nightmares and divorce
Were all that that could be had
A committee went out in search
Looking to find
Another love for the maiden
To turn her back to kind.
But 'love cannot be rushed' she said
And weeped until she cried
She spread her hands about her face
To hide the pain from his lies
To save her people from disgrace
She turned herself to stone
And spent the rest of her days
Frozen and alone.
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