Oh beautiful girl, where are you dwelling around?
there are thorns pass the pine,
be careful, you are too young to realize,
if you slip into them; I shall be stabbed alive..
You are my princess, with a dress and a tiara,
and a beautiful smile that happily stays on you,
you ain't any melancholy; but a carol for me,
for your sake, any sacrifice is worth giving..
A father's advice, that I wish to propagate,
choose by the heart, not by the beauty,
for when winter comes nomads leave and natives live,
you shall meet a prince who shall walk past thorns to thee..
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