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    The maids haven't finished preparing the bride
    when the King came in, gave a look, and was stricken, wide-eyed…

    They put her on a chair; under the veil she was upright,
    - so she was as tall as he, and very bright,
    from under the folds of her dress popped her foot, shiny, and bare,
    and the King bent, kissed her small toe, and they all stare...

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