Fairy taleA Poem by MarinaWell I might as well wear a dress made of glass Or borrow the emperor's new wardrobe Taking on a new name and not telling a soul Simply won't mean that you won't know I could wear a mask, but I'd lose a shoe and you know how I'm keen on my balance You'd simply show up far too early for tea if I were to run off like Alice If I'd pick an apple that'd put me to sleep You'd know beforehand and you'd stop me If I'd wear the cloak of old death himself You'd still somehow stumble upon me There is no way I could hide in a home Made of bricks, of wood, or straw I couldn't pull off what the wolf tried to do Because you're like the mirror on stepmother's wall
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