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Sweet Cinders caused all heads to turn.
Oh how the other girls did yearn
     To know where she’d obtained that gown
     For they’d tried every store in town.

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The prince stopped halfway through a waltz
And quickly called for smelling salts.
      This beauty caused his pulse to throb
       For Cinders stood out from the mob.

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By cancelling all his other dances,
The others lost all further chances.
      As dance by dance she won his heart,
      He felt they never more would part.

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But things don’t ever go to plan
And midnight came!!  Oh the poor man
     Was pushed aside on the dance floor
      As Cinders tore off through the door.

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Then, in her haste, she lost a shoe -
But what could poor young Cinders do?
     She tore back home and shut the door -
     Back to her kitchen and her chores.

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