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“she was the princess he told his little sister bedtime stories about,
her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried,
his voice trembled like a violin string,
and she cracked like the spine of a book”
“she was the princess he told his little sister bedtime stories about,
her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried,
his voice trembled like a violin string,
and she cracked like the spine of a book”
