*Cinderella,
our dance lasted just a little more than an hola
Like the fairytale,
I barely got your detail before I lost your trail
Quirky, earthy and sorta birdie
so captivating like a painting in a gallery
You were gone right at twelve,
but worse than Cinderella herself
you didn't even leave a shoe behind
now I don't know whose foot to find
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
*Cinderella,
our dance lasted just a little more than an hola
Like the fairytale,
I barely got your detail before I lost your trail
Quirky, earthy and sorta birdie
so captivating like a painting in a gallery
You were gone right at twelve,
but worse than Cinderella herself
you didn't even leave a shoe behind
now I don't know whose foot to find
*
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