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She lost her shoe tripping away from the midnight ball. No prince would call to save her from her plight of dire domesticity. For in her mean reality there abided fairies, true, But mute, and they had no tales to tell.
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC
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She lost her shoe tripping away from the midnight ball. No prince would call to save her from her plight of dire domesticity. For in her mean reality there abided fairies, true, But mute, and they had no tales to tell.
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC
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