Prince Philip was gone, there was no one at his side and felt lonely princess. I had forgotten all his subjects, his frog, moon, sun, its pink unicorn and phoenix. I was and she was lonely. And so small castle looked much larger.
I was tired of always mourn, not to feel down, the princess was tired to mourn. Headache, eye swelling, fever, all that comes to mourn.
Once she dreamed of a clear-eyed prince, knight, bold, dreamy, captivating.
Once she dreamed that she took his hand and with it the whole heart and soul.
And her dream came true, but a dream is never perfect, because men are not perfect. The princess made many mistakes, like the prince.
could no longer be together.
And the princess was sad, and kept crying.
rang again with the same boy and his very eyes, I looked for Venus, Earth and Mars, the moon, the sun, train station and that was where I found it.
already changed, as far as distant. As another dimension to which she could never access. He returned to mourn, which is what the princess.
was there beside him, and could not see him, I could not.
was there a few feet, and he did not hear any crying.
do not know which is the end of this story, for now stained with tears and regret. For now, the princess and her prince is one no longer wants to be her prince.
And we'll leave the story to stop mourn the princess, to decide to go to heaven and calm, dry your tears, and return to fight.
Come on, Princess!
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