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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cinderella</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely child with toil o’ertaxed,<br>Sits Cinderella by the fire;<br>Her limbs in weariness relaxed,<br>And in her eyes a sad desire.<br>But soon a wreath is on her brow;<br>A bonny prince has claimed her hand;<br>And she’s as proud and happy now<br>As any lady in the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, then to see a fairy bright,<br>And to have granted what you would,<br>You only needed to do right,<br>You only needed to be good.<br>But this was in the days of old,<br>When man to wiser folk would bow;<br>And though you were as good as gold<br>You’d never see a fairy now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet they must have managed well<br>If only half the tales are true,<br>The wondrous tales the writers tell<br>Of what the fairies used to do.<br>But now the world has grown so wise<br>It does without the fairies’ aid;<br>And who can find a prince that tries<br>The shoe upon a beggar maid?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It must have been a better time<br>When virtue always met its due,<br>And “wicked men who dealt in crime”<br>Were punished by the fairies, too.<br>But never more they’ll come again<br>To give the good what they desire;<br>And Cinderellas wait in vain,<br>And weep beside the kitchen fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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Sits Cinderella by the fire;
Her limbs in weariness relaxed,
And in her eyes a sad desire.
But soon a wreath is on her brow;
A bonny prince has claimed her hand;
And she’s as proud and happy now
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