At the stroke of twelve, would you run after me? Am I the girl for you? And if I went away, am I the one you’d miss? Could you wake me up with a single kiss? If I had a mirror to show me the truth; to let me see the future, will I be with you? I’m a fairtytale believer. I’m looking for my own. Are you my prince, one i can call my own?
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