Someday my prince will come
Repelling off a cliff.
I can’t climb
But I made it to cloud #9
Searching for the needle in the haystack.
Mother love brought me
But now it’s in my hands.
What am I doing
On a ledge made of stone?
My fear of heights might kill me
But not before my prince will come.
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