Peter peter then, bluebeard now.
He was always wicked not just now.
It is a guarded secret though.
Even now, only me and you know.

Peter peter , a siren so enchanting.
Always has been so heartless yet captivating.
Peter Peter hid in lone pain and white sky, lived like a butterfly
For then he was rarely rejected ; unlike storm's deadly lullaby

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