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High in a tower-
Like yours was, but higher-
A beauty asleep.
All round the tower
A thicket of briar
A hundred feet deep.
Agony!
No frustration mor keen,
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that you've not even seen.
I found a casket
Entirely of glass-
No, it's unbreakable.
Inside- don't ask it-
A maiden, alas,
Just as unwakable-
What unmistakable agony!
Is the way always barred?
She has skin white as snow-
Did you learn her name?
No,
There's a dwarf standing guard.
Agony!
Such that Princes must weep!
Always in thrall most
To anything almost,
Or something asleep.
If it were not for the thicket-
A thicket's no trick.
Is it thick?
It's the thickest.
The quickest
Is pick it
Apart with a stick-
yes, but even one prick-
It's my thing about blood.
Well, it's sick!
It's no sicker
Than you thing with dwarves.
Dwarfs.
Dwarfs...
Dwarfs are every upsetting.
Not forgetting
The tasks unacheivable,
Mountains unscalable-
If it's conceivable
But unavailable,
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
Agony!
Misery!
Not to know what you miss.
While they lie there for years-
And you cry on their biers-
What unbearable bliss!
Agony
That can cut like a knife!
Ah, well, back to my wife...
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