Slave in the magic mirror,
come from the farthest space,
...through wind and darkness
I summon thee.
Speak!
Let me see thy face.
What wouldst thou know,
my Queen?
Magic mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest one of all?
Famed is thy beauty, Majesty.
But hold, a lovely maid I see.
Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.
Alas, she is और fair than thee.
Alas for her!
Reveal her name.
Lips red as the rose.
Hair black as ebony.
Skin white as snow.
Snow White!
Take her far into the forest.
Find some secluded glade
where she can pick wildflowers.
Yes, Your Majesty.
And there,
my faithful...
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