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But how could true love
Find me in my glass bed?

When surely everyone thought

That I must be dead.

So there I lay in my tomb made

Of glass... While many days and

Months had come and past.

Just when it seemed that all hope

Was gone... Along came a hunter

Who was chasing a fawn.

The hunter began to cry when he

Saw me in the glass case... And the

Motionless look all over my face

He told the dwarves he was a prince,

And to me he was to be wed...

But now that couldn’t happen,

Because it looked like I was dead.

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