To take to much pride and glory in one's self brings ruin.And to only trust one's self leaves one without questions.
Oh Surie with skin white as snow and hair black as ebony.Run fair one for a hunter has come to take your heart.Oh vain queen it is not good for one too be so vain.You look in the mirror and see yourself in all your glory but you want to taste beauty with your tongue and feel it with your finger tips.Now you became a dragon and your gold was beauty but beauty you shall have no more.
The needle lured you to sleep my Aurora oh Elieen my light.For you have touched what was meant never to be touched. Now your finger was poked by the metal point.Now you have being laying in the embrace of the soft and aged bed sheet and your blacket has been unmoved for 100 years. That evil one has cursed you to the grave but that of light has made you sleep . Your prince has come with his golden and sweet kiss awake Aurora as the sun doe's every morn.
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