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The Girl
written by whatShouldUsBe12:40 AM 12/30/04She often sat upon the hill
pretending she could fly
with arms outstreched
eyes gazing at the sky
she had longed to be a bird
so she could fly away
but felt as if strings
were making her stay
yet if only she could be the flame
that never danced alone
instead of weeping for the grass
that made the ground its only home
the wind, the only one who knows this tale
the girl who sat upon the hill
with skin so horridly pale
no one wants to know what happened
that cool autumn day
they don't believe in such miracles
as one could fly away
now only the cold wind
knows the true tale
of the girl who sat upon the hill
with skin so horridly pale... |
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