"Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair,
What pretty thing lives secluded in a forlorn lair,
I'll whisk you away from your lonesome nightmare,
I'll deliver you from your solitary despair."
"Rapunzel, rapunzel, my nightingale sing,
Strip your voice delicately off its hinge,
Don't leave me in your ensnarement, hanging,
Bring back the sweet blossoms of the spring,
Return the sunshine the dark clouds dimmed,
Be the silver stitches that mend my broken wing."
Rapunzel replied, much to his chagrin,
"I'm sorry my prince, I have to wear your hopes thin,
You can save me from this tower, but you can't save me within,
I'm as inverted as any homophile's been,
This is the truth my heart lives in."
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