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Sleeping Beauty

Wrap my heart with thorns
In the woods so dark and deep
So I do not grow old
As the years pass by in sleep

Out of the tangled night
I pray you’ll come for me
All fire and sword, in armour, love
To set my tired heart free

But if my love is lost
And you find my heart not pure
Return me gently to the thorns
So I may slumber more

A part of the Fable and Folklore collection