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Who's sitting in the laboratory chair?The hero who has come to save the day?Or maybe it's the girl with flaxen hair,Or damsel in distress, I dare to s..
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Machine guns are like crickets in the night,Tracer bullets, fireflies, wiz byWe're bloody, torn, and hurting, still we fight,Don't ask the cause, we c..
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With new shoes made of leather on her feet,the Little Mermaid walks along the street.She feels as if she's weightless, walks on air,with shoes she spl..
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My eyes gaze no deeper into the face in front of methan the dark black mascara covering the girl's eyelashes,than the sparkling red dress that sits we..
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I can seeOn your faceWhere your youth had been.Bright green eyes,smile lines,light red rosy skin.You sit therein despaircounting downevery tearthat fa..
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