Go, go, Cinderella, to your cage. Hang your dolls and princes, And smell like the dining room.
I once was a field of lilies that trembled for her passions.
Now I feel the glory of mud from ancestors who played with fire.
So, go now... Cinderella. Tell your stories to the sinners; they only have the guts to see you for who you are.
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