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Given everything Since her first day in the womb, She never had to work for anything. Beauty, brains. When she performed, Folks gathered Regardless of the venue. One day she lost control, And that’s when she realized she had nothing. Worked for nothing. Presented with gifts of gold, and silver, She barely wrote her fans a simple card in return. Motivation, A fleeting word, Retired from her vocabulary. I hope she finds it again, Because I quite fancy her.
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
fancy her
Given everything Since her first day in the womb, She never had to work for anything. Beauty, brains. When she performed, Folks gathered Regardless of the venue. One day she lost control, And that’s when she realized she had nothing. Worked for nothing. Presented with gifts of gold, and silver, She barely wrote her fans a simple card in return. Motivation, A fleeting word, Retired from her vocabulary. I hope she finds it again, Because I quite fancy her.
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 9:43 AM UTC
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