Locked in your tower while you sit and write
It paces back and forth outside the room
Like some predator waiting for the fight
Silently underneath a covered moon
The mood between us steadily grows dim
I sense the moment as soon as its born
Fading fast to sleep you are giving in
Your will bleeds -- freshly cut from someone's thorns
And I, your prince will not rescue you tonight
Sleep beckons dreams to rid me of my pain
The disappointment of your tower light
Out before I can speak my words again
Rapunzel! Cut off your short, choking leash!
So you can have my love and live in peace
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