Sylvia

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She seemed to be the princess of perfection
Living in a masquerade
But her prince charming was less than perfect
And the king had gone missing early on
So she subdued to the wishes of the dragon
Who lived in her head
And breathed in his firey breath
Leaving her buried in the snow





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