i long to be saught after.. for you to have my glass slipper and on the hunt for my heart. i long for your call at the bottom of my tower for me to let down my hair. for your awakening kiss for im under a spell. i long for my happy ever after.. and my night in shinning armor who rides from a place far far away on a white stallion
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