In a wise old fairytale
Once a king had to ask his daughters:
"How much do you love me, what's the scale,
Your affection is all I've sought of!"
"Well"-, the Senior girl began:
"Love you deeply, like the sun and air!"-
-"What about me,"-answered Middle then-
-"Like those treasures you gave me, dear!"
"It's your turn, speak, my Youngest one!"
"I have nothing to add- my fault-
Love you greatly like your meet needs salt…"
"What a shame"-cried the king, in rage-
"Get away out of the quarters!"
Years passed, on a festive day
He ate meet with his Better daughters:
"It's not salty, has no taste!"-
He complained to the host and guests-
-"God, I got it- she loves me best!"
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