Hunt for Heart

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Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the fairest of them all?

Ruby red apple, such a tempting sight

Come here little lady and take a bite

Just one eency, weency, tiny taste

You don’t want this to go to waste

Times a’tickin’, stop with the hesitate

We need to change the course of fate

Her pure heart is made of gold

Something my iced hand must hold

My youth is fading

Her youth she will be trading

Come Mister Huntsman, don’t let her run

The game of life has now begun

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