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you singing you're melody in you're room as the prince is on the balcony admiring the gardens but you're door is locked and saidWhat a lovely little bride I'll make my dear I'll look divine things are working according to my ultimate desireshe took a pin and threw it a statue headsoon I will have that crown and the ocean will be mine...she chuckled softly
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