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Once upon a night so young, there were three and there was one. Two were goddesses, pale and white, The other were men who lived in the night. "So Paris," one goddess said to one man, "choose who is fairest and she shall take your hand." Paris weighed goddess by goddess for measure. All the while searching for his greatest pleasure. But in all his weighing he made one mistake, He saw only bodies which he wanted to taste. Finally one goddess he finally did choose with hair all of fire and the face of a muse. The second goddess was sad and tears stained her cheeks, but then she remembered that that which one seeks must be found first within before ever without. For though she'd no apple, she'd neither a doubt that the goddess within her was stronger than thee, and at the end of it all, it was she who was free. |
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