The black cat's toes gently touched the pointed buds of the thorns. Black flowers wrapped around the wound made by the sword.
The prince is gone, the prince is gone.
Take your loved ones away.
The queen's umbrella was folded gracefully.
The wizard riding the dragon, the cup in his hand tipped over and blood flowed from it.
Follow the direction it flows into Frudd's world, and don't worry.
The poison in your blood won't hurt you, it only hurts those who ask for it.
What do you want, the princess's long hair or the prince's crown?
The wizard's life is not worth cherishing, the princess becomes the queen, and the prince becomes the king.
What do you want, the princess's long hair or the prince's crown?
In exchange for your head.
The princess's hair is as precious as gold, but the king's crown is unique.
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