How the story rolls
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Magic's taught and history's told
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A glory hole
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Which through gazed her eyes of gold
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Those veins run cold
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Mystery's wife evades her soul
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Scaring to and fro
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Tearing through the snow
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As she makes her darling coat
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Hoarding all the shawls
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Now her evil highness rose
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Kind of like Shakespearean prose
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Without the rose
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Avid as she sows
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Cruella grows
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Horace and Jasper stole
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So let the horror flow
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Black and white in hair
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Elegantly gaunt in frame
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A boney flare
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Which christened Cruel with creepy grace
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Always smokey air
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Circling one lurch, Hepburn face
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In her head which filled the space
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Was the one hellacious taste
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As she aims her fate
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Nothing flees her sore embrace
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As the biggest mistake that Cruel ever made
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Was when she left her cave and started to reign
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As the love for her fades
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Our feelings won't change
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So my darling Cruella
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We see through the grey
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In her cold glare
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Loveliest and rare
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Frightened you'll soon wear
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And this elegantly haunting is so fair
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Theres no reason to part from her cold lair
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She has all of the loveliest and rare
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Things which frighten at first
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But she'll soon wear
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She's a regional spark from this nowhere
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And this elegant loveliness so fair
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Taking strolls through the dark by the moon's glare
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As she listens for barks in the night air
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Always searching for marks on the white hair
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Cruel, you're so fair
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Cruella
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| Deadsy |
