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The Girl Who Spun Straw into Gold |
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The Girl Who Spun Straw into Gold |
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“The song was like this,”
and the prince said as he started singing. ‘Today, I will grind wheat. Tomorrow, I will marry a girl. The girl is crying, locked up in a servant's room. She does not know what my name is. My name, it’s Titteli Tule. My name, it’s Titteli Tule.’ |
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