A Hundred Years

She was sleeping for a hundred years, till he came and woke her from her dreams.
Such a young little girl to have to meet the faithless world.

He thought he saved her when he cut away the briars and thorns.
But really he unveiled her, leaving the Rose all on her own.

Did he have to wake her with a kiss?
Now all she yearns for are his lips.

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