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She thought of it over and over,
Standing near the ponds with sun rays falling on and beautifying it,
She got lost in thought staring at water in pond as if a white mare has passed over,
He he ...the Horse cried this breaks her chain of thoughts,
On seeing her faithful white mare,
She gives it a name 'Angel' which is as pure as the pearl in the oyster,
Embarking on her 'Angel' she leaves the place,
She travels through the forest and plains,
Sunshine blazed on her like a majestic King consuming her as his Queen ,
This was Her Fairy Tale .
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