They say that there is kiss
That will cause Beauty to
stir in her deep sleep
Move her head, arms, feet
Her pale cheek to flush so
slightly
Under the pressure of tender
lips
Eyelids to flutter, then to
open
They say there is a Prince
called Truth
Full of Peace
In whose veins flow liquid
love
He longs to awaken Beauty
To walk with her along paths
of Goodness
And birdsong
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