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Puppet, puppet, dance to my whim. Squirm under string, and bend to my will. Puppet, puppet, hear my call. Listen only to my word, and never anything more. Puppet, puppet, ever breaking. Your strings will snap, and you will fall. Puppet, puppet, where have you gone? Who am I without my marionette? Puppeteer, puppeteer, where did you get your strings? who do you dance for?
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Puppeteer
Puppet, puppet, dance to my whim. Squirm under string, and bend to my will. Puppet, puppet, hear my call. Listen only to my word, and never anything more. Puppet, puppet, ever breaking. Your strings will snap, and you will fall. Puppet, puppet, where have you gone? Who am I without my marionette? Puppeteer, puppeteer, where did you get your strings? who do you dance for?
zach-hanlon
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
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