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She used the stars as her blanket, the moon was her pillow Her name is carried on every limb of every weeping willow The winds of change she often road A free wild soul, through the cosmos she flowed In the Milky Way she liked dipping in her toes Can't you see the silver ripples as they flow When on Saturn's rings she would go for a twirl That shinny raven night hair always waved out behind her She would wash her soul clean in Jupiter's falls She always loved listening to that planets howling wind's calls But now she sits on the Dark Side of the Moon In her twinkling dark eyes, tears are in bloom They are flowing down her checks, falling out into space She is crying because she finally got a look at this pathetic human race Saddened and sicken by what she saw She jetted of into the cosmos, never to return at all Now we can only tell stories of that raven haired beauty, as we set beside her shore It is a sea of her tears, when the sorrowful ways of man she could take no more
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
A Wild Free Spirit
She used the stars as her blanket, the moon was her pillow Her name is carried on every limb of every weeping willow The winds of change she often road A free wild soul, through the cosmos she flowed In the Milky Way she liked dipping in her toes Can't you see the silver ripples as they flow When on Saturn's rings she would go for a twirl That shinny raven night hair always waved out behind her She would wash her soul clean in Jupiter's falls She always loved listening to that planets howling wind's calls But now she sits on the Dark Side of the Moon In her twinkling dark eyes, tears are in bloom They are flowing down her checks, falling out into space She is crying because she finally got a look at this pathetic human race Saddened and sicken by what she saw She jetted of into the cosmos, never to return at all Now we can only tell stories of that raven haired beauty, as we set beside her shore It is a sea of her tears, when the sorrowful ways of man she could take no more
Pauline_Morris
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
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