Now I see that you were no ogre
Perhaps you were cursed by a sprite
You were born under a sad star
The clock struck thirteen that night
A spell made the milk sour
It turned your wine to vinegar
The wind changed, it darkened your humour
A blue moon made you what you are
Something was wrong; you could not be happy
That is, you could not allow yourself to be
It was not you but your star that dismissed me
Demeaned my efforts, drove me away
Now, at last, I can forgive you
The spell is broken. I am free
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