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when the clock strikes twelve

Leave me alone
At midnight
For I’ll change back to a
Real horror to behold
All my ugliness will
Reappear
All my splendor lost
My magic will expire
Everything will fade away
People tell me I talk like that girl
The one in that old fairytale
My life so pretty
Yet sprinkled with ashes
Her name is Cinderella
She is me
And I am her for a night
A princess in a ball gown
Scrubbing away the hate
That left stains on the floor
Come morning
All will die
Will be washed away with tears
And a dirty old rag
So share this precious dance with me
Twirl me under the stars
Cherish every moment
For
When
The
Clock
Strikes
Twelve
All will be forgotten



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