NARRATOR: Cinderella had planted a branch at the grave of her mother.
And her many tears watered it, until it had become a handsome tree.
CINDERELLA: I've been good and I've been kind, Mother, doing only what I learned from you.
Why then am I left behind, Mother, is there something more that I should do?
What is wrong with me Mother?
Something must be wrong. I wish-
CINDERELLA'S MOTHER: Do you know what you wish?
Are you certain what you wish is what you want?
If you know what you want, then make a wish.
Ask the tree, and you shall have your wish.
Shiver and quiver, little tree.
Silver and gold throw down on me.
I'm off to get my wish.

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