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Conversation with God

One day while I was dreaming I heard a soft like voice
It called me to a pond
and asked to recite
the stories of my childhood
I thought it very strange
Then with deafening noise it came
It took me to the pond and asked me 'what I could see'
'I see me' I replied
'Very good' it said
'Now do you see' it asked
'I see a little child with hair as bright as fire'
'Who is that child' it asked
'It is me' I replied again
'Do you remember what that child was like'
'No' I replied
'Until you become a child again you'll see no more'
'I do not understand' I said
'You will' came the voice
'When' I asked
'When you believe that I am real'
'But you are real' I answered
'Only one who truly believes can understand'

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Ill Keep On Trying

You came to me
With all of your lies
And I was taken in so well
It took me quite a time
To see the disguise
You made it very hard to tell
Now here you are again
But youre begging in vain
cause I really dont want to know
You came to me
With a little bit of charm
You had me down on my knees
I didnt really think
There was any harm
But all you ever did was tease
You took all the love
That I ever had to give
There was nothing left to show
Well, I remember everything
Everything around me
The long dark of winter
Till the breath of spring
Came close enough to drown me
So Im gonna keep on trying
Till I feel like dying
And I lay down and pass away
But that wont happen till tomorrow
And by then I can
Borrow another day
So Im gonna keep on trying

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There...Where You Are

Let the Sun light in,
And let it dance upon your face.
Let every muscle tensed be removed from your brow.
Be living where you are...
Breathing in the HERE in the right NOW!
There!
Where you are with wounds and scars you pick.

Not tomorrow or yesterday...
Hoping and holding on for a change to have happened then,
To appear today panting out of breath to find you
With sorrow and teardrops not yours to give...
Or feel any longer belongs to you.
This pacing back and forth with anguish,
Does not deliver instant cures.

Let the Sun light in
And let it dance upon your face.
Let every muscle tensed be removed from your brow.
Be living where you are...
Breathing in the HERE,
Wherever you are right NOW!

No magic wand will reduce your fears
To appear as muppets smiling with dandelions!
Until you begin to see it that way.
If that's the way you choose to see it!
But see it...
Be it!
Feel it in the NOW!

Nothing held with a sweating hand,
Is going to feel secure!
Until you begin to see it that way.
If that's the way you choose to see it!

But see it...
Be it!
Feel it in the NOW!

Let the Sun light in,
And let it dance upon your face.
There!
Where you are,
With wounds and scars you pick.

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She Did Not See The Lilacs When They Bloomed One Summer

in the past sense of my words
she had not seen the lilacs when they once bloomed in her garden
i swear they are so beautiful hanging on their stalks surrounded by their heart
shaped leaves
like a bouquet offering of spring
for the first rain

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Because You Are Not Here

My poems have lost rhythm
Because you are not here!
My room is in a mess
Because you are not here!

My life seems like a nightmare
Because you are not here!
God is more close to me now
Because you are not here!

My night doesn’t seem to pass
Because you are not here!
All songs seem monotonous
Because you are not here!

No book of poems seems interesting
Because you are not here!
I don’t see the sky of dawn
For such a long time
Because you are not here!

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You Are So Good To Me

You're kinda small
And you're such a doll
I'm glad you're mine
You're so good to me
How come you are
You take my hand
And you understand
When i get in a bad mood
You're so good to me
And i love it, love it
You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah
I know your eyes
Are not on the guys
When we're apart
You're so true to me
How come you are
And every night
You hold me so tight
When i kiss you goodbye
You're so good to me
And i love it, love it
You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah
You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah
You're my baby
Oh yeah
Don't mean maybe
Oh yeah
You're my baby

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I Remember Once When I Was A Little Child

i remember
when i was a little child
i once climbed a tree
to take a look of those
down below me.
i simply sit there
and feast my eyes
on the tall mountain
far away from me.
i see a winding river
flowing to the sea.
i see memories.
i am a little child.
i am the father of
that sadness that
i left behind a rock.
i am the image of
that little boy
behind your face.
i am not noise.
i am the silence
of a very faraway
memory on that
cone mountain over
there with a snow
cap.I am my
small world like
a bird perched on
a twig. A small patch
of green grass. A handful
of clouds drifting on
my shoulder. I am
a silent memory.
I am listening inside
my little corner.
This heart still
of a little boy.
Always wondering.

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The Little Child And The Small Bird

THE LITTLE CHILD AND THE SMALL BIRD
When I was a little child
Once in my hands
A small bird I held
Maybe too tight

The small bird didn't move
It had just died
And all now I did
Sorrowfully I cried

My dearest child
Mother gently smoothed me
Your love must have been too strong
The little bird couldn't hold on

And so life goes on
But never could I forget
The little bird's tragic end
When I was a little child

Now when spending time with you
My fear is the same
As my love might be too strong
And I am terrified
Like a little child

Mencita Monoï Angel

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You Are The One That Brings Joy To Me

With the rays of the sun starting to shine this morning,
when the garden was full of flowers with opening cups,
my heart was confused and without speech,
when you took a shortcut through my thoughts,

I was waiting for you to come home
and I had expectation and hope
but when the time drew nearer I was somewhat stripped.
With the rays of the sun starting to shine this morning,

the beauty of the flowers were disguised in the early twilight
but already the birds wanted to chat
and like a teenager in love I was somewhat stupid,
when the garden was full of flowers with opening cups.

Time suddenly elapsed far too quickly
when suddenly you were coming along the road
and I was wondering how things between us would be,
my heart was confused and without speech,

then a leave was circling twisting round and round
while a weaver dipped its head in the drinking bowl
and you were far prettier that the most beautiful flower,
when you took a shortcut through my thoughts,

when the gate suddenly squealed while opening on my property
with a cloud hanging white like a giant pillowslip,
I realised that you are the one in all of mankind
who brings joy to me, when the day started to end
with the rays of the sun.

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This Child Within The Man {When Crossroads Connect}

Crossroads splitting 'neath July's late sun,
like a silent tremor,
four streets meet,
and it's time for decision-
where to go now.
Looking for alternate roads,
sun dying fast,
narrowing paths and options.

I see a bridge beyond and 'neath
a backdrape of golden
trimmed burgandy;
high sunset bleeding
into evenings mergence,
like a virgin falling,
falling-
falling to her knees
slowly, softly-
to her knees.

I wait for sunsets torch pass
to twilight, such nuance
of final subtle change of light,
enabling me to find a path...
and take me home.

But, the 'wait' seemed as endless time-
endless time;
made my mind drift away -
from logical concepts,
my world of command-
and inexplicably...I was a child again,
approaching the Bridge and grinning
at the illusive kaleidoscopics above,
dripping from the sky.....
like strawberry syrup.

Darkness free from daylights womb,
smothering twilights breath
in concert with three-quarters Moon -
resurrecting light to the nascent eve.

And upon a closer look, i see-
that these crossroads ne'er split, at all;
ne'er at all;
that the abstract drip of Sunset
had merely cast deception
on the roads roughshod pavement
i'd attempted to negotiate,
as all men tend to do!

And i saw all this, as a child
with limited logic, or so it seemed;
which made me wonder
how i'd find my way home,
now that the child within,
had left me to become -
a well versed man of judgement,
a man of good judgement.

Makes me wonder, still, 'bout many other things,
as a man of head-strong conviction,
as opposed to the boy at the crossroads,
who saw Life with open-mind and eye's,
knowing somehow, there was a way home,
by following the familiar lights ahead,
taking in its shades and colours.
Hope this boy does not grow up too fast,
for i have so much to learn from him....,
before he becomes me...
becomes me...
becomes.
_________________ F j R__________________

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Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
Had him put away
Nothing they could say
Could ever make the pieces fit
Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
Mama was a bitch
Living wasn't easy in between
Behind his silent scream
Jackson in his teens
Was planning his escape
He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
Grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry
Winos were his friends And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"
Depression settin' in
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
Little candy stores
Just pickin' locks and doors
Was practice for a two bit petty thief
So Jackson went to Ritz
And ev'ryone was hip
Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
If you need another boy
A trigger or a blade
Well, I'm the slickest cat around
Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
Once over, then he smiled
"Yeah, I've got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two
I think you'll like the view
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"
He was a crazy little child
New Orleans Alley playground
And grimy faced
He watched the hookers cry, whoo
Winos were his friends
And when he talked to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by," that's right
Well, I'll wait for you outside
And I'll be your ears and your eyes
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
But Ritz was taken by surprise
Couple of unspectin' guys
And they left poor Jackson inside
Questions there were few
In fact there were none
When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
Lay dying on the floor
With a smokin' forty four
He said, "I must admit the winos were right"
Crazy little child
Never got to see
All the pretty things in life
We buried him today
Nothing we could say
Could ever make the pieces fit
Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
Oh, I must admit the winos were right
Yes, that's what I said
I must admit the winos we-ere ri-ight

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Sweet Little Child

Darkness- and yet another day slips away
So lonely- lifes just like an empty room
Where is the answer, when our love was so sweet
I wish I could hold you tonight
But we only came close in my dreams
Sweet little child
Give me your answer
Some broken hearts
Theyd die for that answer
To try to get back, back to the past to break free
Tell me how can I find your sunshine again
Truth is well- you know that better than me
I wish I could hold you tonight
But we only came close in my dreams
Sweet little child
Give me your answer
Some broken hearts
Theyd die for that answer
To try to get back, back to the past to break free,
Sweet little child
Give me your answer
Some broken hearts
Theyd die for that answer
To try to get back, back to the past to break free
Solo
You know some broken hearts, would die for that answer
Sweet little child
Give me your answer

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What Is It That You Are Trying To Solicit?

If I had nothing else to believe,
When nourished as a child...
So happy am I,
I had not been encouraged to be deluded...
By a perception that my physicality...
Was the only reason I had been given the gift of life.
And my existence was to receive compliments.
With the expectations to thrive on them to survive.

So many live from day to day,
Concerned about their appearances.
With nothing else to offer or to give...
But a donating of a consistent ego.
To then seek confirmation,
From those who are equally obsessed...
With the addressing of their shallowness.
And offended by those who do not take notice.

'I don't understand it.
My weave flows.
My eyebrows are arched.
And my butt is tight and bubbled.
Why can I not attract attention? '

~How much more of it do you want?
What is it that you are trying to solicit?
A husband a pimp or a circus tent? ~

'Thank you for your encouragement.'

~No problem.
That's why I am here.~

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To Be A Child Again

To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis

I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play

To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space

To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies

To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear

To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails

To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss

Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild

To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear

© June 2009 k.davis

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You Are Not Alone With This Belief

I want someone who can come in,
And clean my house.
Both inside and out.
Plus do a restoration,
Needed in my backyard.

'Who was it living in the house,
To allow it to become so unclean? '

Don't be so foolish.
I was.
I 'still' am.
But that is besides the point.
And has nothing to do with my complaints.

'You allowed your own home to get filthy?
Your backyard to be littered with trash?
And this was done,
While you were living there on the premise,
As an occupant?
Shouldn't you hold yourself responsible for that? '

Are you kidding?
Of course not.
If it had been recommended to you,
To hire a new housekeeper 'with' qualifications.
And a gardener your neighbor uses.
Would you pay attention,
To the goings on inside AND out?
If you had more important things on your mind to do?

'I suppose you are right.
What sense would that make,
To stay conscious and awake...
When I have been told,
I could hold someone else accountable...
And blame,
For anything wrong that goes on inside...
And outside of the place I am calling my 'home'.
Trust me...
You are not alone with this belief!
Incredible as it is.'

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Song - A Girl With Hair Like Yours

A girl with hair like yours
Was standing on the bus
She hurled me back into
A sudden swirl of us
I couldn’t push straight through
I couldn’t turn away
We kissed down by the shore
In cold and salty spray

A girl with hair like yours
She turned on all the lights
She broke down all the doors
Invaded all my nights
She told me she was mine
then caught a flight to Spain
I danced around the gym
With you and Don McLean

A girl with hair like yours
Made everything less clear
I set sail for her shore
We walked down every street
She said she couldn’t stay
She said she couldn’t leave
then never said a word
Until we couldn’t breathe

A girl with hair like yours
She soothed me ‘til I bled
We’d walk that extra mile
Wherever darkness led
We crossed the oceans wide
And flew too near the sun
I thought we’d reach the light
When you were twenty one

A girl with hair like yours
was electricity
She lit some ancient fuse
With nails and chemistry
She broke into my veins
And left my heart in flames
We burned in darkness when
Our love was innocent
We danced across the bay
While Harry Nilsson played

(chorus)
It wasn’t so spectacular
Not blonde or black it’s true
And neither this or that colour
Just curly brown and hanging down
It got me wanting you

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The Mother And The Little Child

there is a feeling sometimes that there are two of us
in one room,
when one talks one hears an echo
but there is no surprise

this happens most of the time
one must stand corrected

there is a war being waged
the other one is dominant and calls the other stupid
who after all does not listen
and simply does what is felt what is wanted what is needed for
the time being

there is a wolf there and there is an white lamb
there is a witch and there is a trusting traveler of a child

one feels that this is just a cottage and lodging thing
something that you can stay for the night and then leave early morning
tomorrow and then
shrug your shoulder and forget what happened
on that dark night

when one cannot believe it and hence simply thinks that
it is just a dream
or even call it a dismissible nightmare
something that is inevitable

and as one pinches his arm
that thing
that horrible thing is simply forgotten

one goes on a usual journey
taking with him two shattered faces within him
the dominant one keeps talking and talking
like a nagging mother
and just the same that little child inside you keeps its games
not minding everything.

For as long as the toy is in the hands
and for as long as it is not too dark to stop playing

'who cares? ' that is what is being muttered.

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You Are Not Going to Play With Me Today

You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.

Playing peek-a-boo and hide and seek...
Chase-me-until-you-find-me games,
Were fine when I was a 'kid' in my 40's!
But one of us has grayed and moved on...
To seek a more muture outlook that pleases.
Don't smile and grin.
You are not that far from the fringes of this explanation.
Well...
Maybe you are.

When some of us became adults...
You decided to take another destination.
And I'm not adding that to my frustrations.
Of which you have helped to manifest.

You are so far removed from my to do list.
So distant you are,
My binoculars can not locate you.
I never thought I would feel this way.
But I am looking for a mind easier to find.
And yours?
It is never where you claim it to be,
Even when you bring it.

You are 'not' going to play with me today.
I have run out of scotch.
And my neighbors are not yet quite convinced...
My standing on the ledge of the building,
Is to get away from your voice.
They believe I have other wishes.
Even though I tell them I am fine...
You tell them I am having problems.
But you never tell them you are the main one!
They think I am the one who is 'nuts'!
However...
Five minutes with you,
Should end any clues I might drop!

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Anne Brontë

Verses To A Child

O raise those eyes to me again
And smile again so joyously,
And fear not, love; it was not pain
Nor grief that drew these tears from me;
Beloved child, thou canst not tell
The thoughts that in my bosom dwell
Whene'er I look on thee!

Thou knowest not that a glance of thine
Can bring back long departed years
And that thy blue eyes' magic shine
Can overflow my own with tears,
And that each feature soft and fair
And every curl of golden hair,
Some sweet remembrance bears.

Just then thou didst recall to me
A distant long forgotten scene,
One smile, and one sweet word from thee
Dispelled the years that rolled between;
I was a little child again,
And every after joy and pain
Seemed never to have been.

Tall forest trees waved over me,
To hide me from the heat of day,
And by my side a child like thee
Among the summer flowerets lay.
He was thy sire, thou merry child.
Like thee he spoke, like thee he smiled,
Like thee he used to play.

O those were calm and happy days,
We loved each other fondly then;
But human love too soon decays,
And ours can never bloom again.
I never thought to see the day
When Florian's friendship would decay
Like those of colder men.

Now, Flora, thou hast but begun
To sail on life's deceitful sea,
O do not err as I have done,
For I have trusted foolishly;
The faith of every friend I loved
I never doubted till I proved
Their heart's inconstancy.

'Tis mournful to look back upon
Those long departed joys and cares,
But I will weep since thou alone
Art witness to my streaming tears.
This lingering love will not depart,
I cannot banish from my heart
The friend of childish years.

But though thy father loves me not,
Yet I shall still be loved by thee,
And though I am by him forgot,
Say wilt thou not remember me!
I will not cause thy heart to ache;
For thy regretted father's sake
I'll love and cherish thee.

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You Are Nobody With Claims to Make

You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.

Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.

Too often people like these,
Sit in proclaimed self grandiose eloquence...
Convinced their efforts,
Are overdue for praise.
In an expectation to appease their own needs.
Under-rated and overlooked,
By those ungrateful...
Some self serving,
Have gone out of their way!

You are nobody,
With claims to make...
Unless you have sacrificed,
To lay down,
Some beneficial good deeds.

Even 'then' those who have done it,
Are not seeking attention...
To have themselves pleased.

But those with desires to be 'somebody'...
Will prepare to make their proclamations,
Heard by using bullhorns.
If it means disturbing a tranquility!
To arouse a public with their embellished falsities.

'May I have everyone's undivided attention!

Thank you.

If not for my loyal and devoted disposition...
None of you would have known,
Who to see or where to go...
Enabling you to receive your coupons.

Useful to redeem for discounts...
On your purchased necessities.
To which I am sure they are enjoyed.

It was I who initiated that movement.
And deserve your welcomed applause.
If so given.

Only with deep felt humility...
Do I come to satisfy your curiosities.
And yes...
Although I am reluctant to admit this,
It was I who initiated that movement.

Carry on.
Carry on.
Carry on!
There is no need to overwhelm yourselves,
With bewilderment!

Afterall...
I am not running for any electable office,
Suddenly discovered open and available...
To have someone fearlessly represent you.
With understated humility.
IF that possibility in your future should occur!
I am not.
I repeat...
I would not be so incline to accept such an offer.

And even if I should be so approached,
By an assigned committee concluding their research...
Of my qualifications and background.
And...
As a coincidence,
I have brought along a few copies of my bio...
With testimonies and references attached!
For those who may express an interest when time allows,
To televise any suggested interview wished...
I will submit,
To be thusly scrutinized in such a manner.

But let me remind anyone within the sound of my voice...
That I...
Am only here,
For you!
YOU are my only concern! '

~Who is that? ~

*I have no idea!
Not a clue whatsoever.
But I will say this...
He is certainly going out of his way,
To be remembered.*

~I thought those coupons were printed,
For anyone to use in the local newspaper? ~

*They are.
At least once a week! '

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Do You Believe Those Stories? Why? /Why Not?

IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE

There was a man taking a morning wa lk at or the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays, they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who couldn't understand what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, 'What are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make? ' This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, 'It makes a difference to this one.'

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED?

About a hundred years ago, a man looked at the morning newspaper and to his surprise and horror, read his name in the obituary column. The news papers had reported the death of the wrong person by mistake. His first response was shock. Am I here or there? When he regained his composure, his second thought was to find out what people had said about him. The obituary read, 'Dynamite King Dies.' And also 'He was the merchant of death.' This man was the inventor of dynamite and when he read the words 'merchant of death, ' he asked himself a question, 'Is this how I am going to be remembered? ' He got in touch with his feelings and decided that this was not the way he wanted to be remembered. From that day on, he started working toward peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by the great Nobel Prize.

THE MIDAS TOUCH

We all know the story of the greedy king named Midas. He had a lot of gold and the more he had the more he wanted. He stored all the gold in his vaults and used to spend time every day counting it.

One day while he was counting a stranger came from nowhere and said he would grant him a wish. The king was delighted and said, 'I would like everything I touch to turn to gold.' The stranger asked the king, Are you sure? ' The king replied, 'Yes.' So the stranger said, 'Starting tomorrow morning with the sun rays you will get the golden touch.' The king thought he must be dreaming, this couldn't be true. But the next day when he woke up, he touched the bed, his clothes, and everything turned to gold. He looked out of the window and saw his daughter playing in the garden. He decided to give her a surprise and thought she would be happy. But before he went to the garden he decided to read a book. The moment he touched it, it turned into gold and he couldn't read it. Then he sat to have breakfast and the moment he touched the fruit and the glass of water, they turned to gold. He was getting hungry and he said to himself, 'I can't eat and drink gold.' Just about that time his daughter came running and he hugged her and she turned into a gold statue. There were no more smiles left.

The king bowed his head and started crying. The stranger who gave the wish came again and asked the king if he was happy with his golden touch. The king said he was the most miserable man. The stranger asked, 'What would you rather have, your food and loving daughter or lumps of gold and her golden statue? ' The king cried and asked for forgiveness. He said, 'I will give up all my gold. Please give me my daughter back because without her I have lost everything wo rth having.' The stranger said to the king, 'You have become wiser than before' and he reversed the spell. He got his daughter back in his arms and the king learned a lesson that he never forget for the rest of his life.

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