Jan 2014
There once was a girl with red hair,
Who hoped that the Devil may care.
She burned like the stars,
While he smoked his cigars,
And words hung like swords in the air.
Who hoped that the Devil may care.
She burned like the stars,
While he smoked his cigars,
And words hung like swords in the air.
(Columbus, Ohio)
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