There was once a delicious little girl who had hair as black as coal and skin as white as snow. Her mother and father were the king and queen of a land where everyone was happy. Until her mother died in childbirth and her father was left alone. She was a girl of richness an joy, full of spice and delight. But her father was unhappy and swathed far and wide for a suitable mother for his darling girl. By the way, that little girl was me! My names Snow. Snow White!
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Today you're you, thats truer than true, there is no-one alive who is you-er than you X
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