Our little Sophie, once a dream she had
She conquered giants and dragons mad.
Riding the bleak lands, evil she killed,
With true courage, her heart she filled.
Delving underground, ghouls she fought,
All the dark souls, in her net she caught.
Her legend had travelled far and wide,
Fearing her wrath, the immoral did hide.
But then she awoke in her tiny little bed,
Feeling confused: very happy, yet so sad.
Our little orphan, sweet Sophie dear,
Waking up again she could not bear.
She slashed her wrists: frank blood flowed
Brave, brave Sophie; to death she bowed.
She conquered giants and dragons mad.
Riding the bleak lands, evil she killed,
With true courage, her heart she filled.
Delving underground, ghouls she fought,
All the dark souls, in her net she caught.
Her legend had travelled far and wide,
Fearing her wrath, the immoral did hide.
But then she awoke in her tiny little bed,
Feeling confused: very happy, yet so sad.
Our little orphan, sweet Sophie dear,
Waking up again she could not bear.
She slashed her wrists: frank blood flowed
Brave, brave Sophie; to death she bowed.
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