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The Rescue of the Princess
There is a little princess girl inside me
Shut away in the dark tower of my soul,
Behind heavy doors on which torch-born shadows dance
of iron maidens, whips, and racks still fearsome,
all covered with the dust of quiet ages.
She waits for a prince to come with shining sword
And slay the trolls (long since departed)
And strike the locks (long since rusted)
And carry her to the magic forest verdant and green,
that she looks out upon from broken windows every day.
She leans but lightly upon the once-barred tower door,
which trembles at her touch, but does not swing wide,
Has there e'er been such a tragedy as this?
For shut away in the dark tower of my soul,
Is a little princess girl who will not come outside.
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