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Classless Don’t you know who you are? The face is not thine alone You come from a long line your disregard forgets Those who built your name for honor they fought and won It was not placed in your hand to be squandered simple one Your looks what waste when ignorance is there found You took privilege and threw it to the ground This noble name a standard once held now lost and bound Take it to prison bars will train give voice to losses refrain others it will prove sound Money poured out without discretion is not wealth You show by action and deed your true health Fixed by the stars in ancient realms they to wore a garland wreath History could have been your guide waste all that is left to bequeath Your story now a sad read just a marred edition You have given the words to a sad rendition Poor little rich girl you seem to keep with tradition Wasted moments spell lost hours what a contradiction We all have so few days they are precious and golden A sacred trust that should make us always beholden You defame the family name that richly lies broadly unfolded Go back to you heritage their you will find the loss and know what you sold
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Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
Classless
Classless Don’t you know who you are? The face is not thine alone You come from a long line your disregard forgets Those who built your name for honor they fought and won It was not placed in your hand to be squandered simple one Your looks what waste when ignorance is there found You took privilege and threw it to the ground This noble name a standard once held now lost and bound Take it to prison bars will train give voice to losses refrain others it will prove sound Money poured out without discretion is not wealth You show by action and deed your true health Fixed by the stars in ancient realms they to wore a garland wreath History could have been your guide waste all that is left to bequeath Your story now a sad read just a marred edition You have given the words to a sad rendition Poor little rich girl you seem to keep with tradition Wasted moments spell lost hours what a contradiction We all have so few days they are precious and golden A sacred trust that should make us always beholden You defame the family name that richly lies broadly unfolded Go back to you heritage their you will find the loss and know what you sold
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hal-loyd-denton
American
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
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