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The Fairytale
Spun me ‘round and ‘round,
In a hall of promises,
The clock struck midnight,
Sapphire faded to black
You, love, are a fairytale
And fairytales don’t exist
In a hall of promises,
The clock struck midnight,
Sapphire faded to black
You, love, are a fairytale
And fairytales don’t exist
Published 22nd Jan 2013
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Anonymous
22nd Jan 2013 3:58am
*exist
No, I agree Lee, they don't. But it is awfully nice to get lost in one.. once in a while!
No, I agree Lee, they don't. But it is awfully nice to get lost in one.. once in a while!
22nd Jan 2013 3:54pm
Love the poem, but as for fairy tales not existing . Well, not wanting to start a fight, but my youngest daughter , thinks she's a Fairy.
You need to believe, and in your minds eye, your own fairytale will be real. I still believe,
KG
You need to believe, and in your minds eye, your own fairytale will be real. I still believe,
KG
23rd Jan 2013 9:19am
