There once lived a maiden with glowing eyes,
Deep within her lived a golden fairy flies,
With energy and excitement they flew,
They filled her with dream and lovely views,
They show her the mules, the fuel and, the dew,
They show it all with beauty filled,
The maiden perceived it with joy that grew,
But then the mule set the fuel on fire, which burned even the dew,
She watched her world grew in flame,
Then she learnt what hell had tamed,
Then the fairy were left but a name,
The maiden had grown, become adult, matured,
With the fairy brutally slewed,
Who is then to blame,
The weak maiden’s heart,
Or the world in flame.
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