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Would you sing for me, dear?
-Then we'll talk.
-Oh! Of course, mother!
(Sings very fast)
Flower gleam and glow, Let your power shine,
Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine.
Heal what has been hurt, Change the fate's design.
Save what has been lost, Bring back what once was mine.
-Rapunzel!
-So, mother,
Earlier I ask if tomorrow was a
pretty big day, and you didn't really respond,
So I'm just going to tell you.
It's my birthday!
Ta-da.
No, no, no, can't be.
I distinctly remember. Your
birthday was last year.
That's the funny thing about birthdays.
They're kind of an annual thing.
Mother, I'm turning eighteen.
And I wanted to ask,
what I really want for this birthday.
Actually what I want for every birthday...
Rapunzel please, stop with the mumbling.
You know how I feel about the mumbling.
Blah, blah, blah,...blah.
It's very annoying.
I'm just teasing, you're adorable
I love you so much, darling.
Oh, I want to see the floating lights.
-What?
-Oh,...
Well I was hoping you would
take me to see the floating lights.
Oh, you mean the stars.
That's the thing
I've charted stars and they're
always constant.
But these, they appear every year
on my birthday, Mother.
Only on my birthday.
And I can't help but feel that they're,
They're meant for me.
I need see them, Mother.
And not just from my window.
In person.
I have to know what they are.
You want to go outside?
Oh, why Rapunzel.
Look at you, as
fragile as a flower.
Still a little sapling, just a sprout.
-You know why we stay up in this tower
-I know, but...
Thats right, to keep you safe,
and sound, dear.
Guess I always knew this day was coming.
Know that soon you'd want
to leave the nest.
-Soon, but not yet. Shhh..
-But
Trust me pet,
Mother, knows best.
Mother knows best,
listen to your mother.
It's a scary world
out there.
Mother knows best.
One way or another, something
will go wrong, I swear.
Ruffians, thugs, poison Ivy,
quicksand.
Cannibals, and snakes,
the plague.
Also large bugs, men with pointy teeth.
And stop, no more,
you'll just upset me.
Mother's right here,
mother will protect you.
Darling here's what I suggest.
Skip the drama,
stay with Mama.
Mother, knows best.
Mother knows best.
Take it from your mumsey.
On your own, you won't survive.
Sloppy underdressed, immature, clumsy,
Please, they'll eat you up,
alive.
Gullible, nave,
positively grubby.
Ditzy and a bit,
well, hmm vague.
Plus I believe, getting
kinda chubby.
I'm just saying,
'Cause I wuv you.
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