I stretch and bend, release, extend
my body in a hundred poses
I hope to mend myself and then
to bloom among the roses
I'll be sweet
I'll be pristine
I'll be princess
I'll be queen
you may think to pluck me from this scene
but I feel compelled to warn thee:
my thorny dress will make a mess
of those who try to harm me
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