There once was a prince and a pauper,
many ways they were the same
A life of war and servitude
they played the soldiers game.
Cinderella met with one such man
but they went their separate ways
To the other she found, and in his arms
to spend her happiest of days.
Happily never after,
is what I tell to you
He broke her heart and left her there
what kind of thing to do
The pauper you suspect
to which I will deny
It was the prince and with his kiss
they rode off through the night
The pauper saw and in such awe
he tried to be the friend
But in his heart he knew that she
would always mean more to him
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