She had golden tresses
That fell to her feet
Her eyes were stolen from the sky
Her figure was petite
Dressed in torn up rags
She made a cup of tea
For her stepfamily
Who acted like they couldn't see
That the girl they were mistreating
Had a heart of gold
They could never buy more precious
No matter what they sold
Her stepsisters told her
That she was worthless
Her stepmother resembled
A cruel tigress
One day came a message
From the palace of the king
Which brought news such
That her sisters began to sing
Oh we will shine at the ball
The prince will fall in love
And we'll get married at the palace
Flowers raining from above
Cinderella dressed them up
In their finest finery
She adorned them both
In the best jewellery
And sitting by the embers,
She wept all alone
For she wanted to dance too
A dream no-one had known
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