Rapunzel sits in the tower,
Brushing her long hair.
Golden, glittering, rich,
Enough to make you stare.
Rapunzel sobs everyday,
Raised by a witch.
No one to love or talk or hug,
Just made to sit and stitch.
"Let down your hair, girl!"
The witch does shriek.
She climbs roughly up,
Leaving Rapunzel very weak.
Rapunzel sat in her tower,
Forever and a little more.
Sewing and abused, left crying,
Rapunzels heart was sore.
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