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life hack: u dont have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon

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Sleeping Beauty (1959)

One gift, beauty rare. Gold of sunshine in her hair. Lips that shame the red, red rose. She’ll walk with springtime wherever she goes. One gift, the gift of song. Melody her whole life long. The nightingale’s her troubadour. Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.

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