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*Her smile so cheerful, Her laugh so blissful, Her ways so gleeful, Her eyes so dreadful.   She's a happy girl, She's a lucky girl, She's a good girl. She's a dead girl.* *Shadows near the girl, Making her hurl, In this huge whirl, Forever she twirl. Yet she still smiles, When named a coward, For hundred miles, She's being devoured.* *She dream a dream in her sleep, Where she could finally weep, And what she sow she has reap, Deja Vu was her words that bleep.*
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Deja Vu.
*Her smile so cheerful, Her laugh so blissful, Her ways so gleeful, Her eyes so dreadful.   She's a happy girl, She's a lucky girl, She's a good girl. She's a dead girl.* *Shadows near the girl, Making her hurl, In this huge whirl, Forever she twirl. Yet she still smiles, When named a coward, For hundred miles, She's being devoured.* *She dream a dream in her sleep, Where she could finally weep, And what she sow she has reap, Deja Vu was her words that bleep.*
Dreams do come true, but no one told her nightmares are dreams too.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
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