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The Emperor's new shoes Painted imitation leather, polished and treated with care admired and envied, all eyes drawn, especially yours. Look at me, envy me, look how I dance. Look at my silhouette marvel at how I make you feel, Throw yourself to me,  l make you feel so true We are elite . Walking stronger, dancing so much faster How fanciful I am you,free unaffected How do I make you look and feel, the emperor's new shoes, Legitimizing your nobility But how I pinch, and how I hurt you, how contorted you’v become, How you twisted and bent to fit with me,   contrived , like me ,our artificial natural . Your need for me and performance reflecting my own. This illusion , only granted by me. You never really chose, i led you to believe you are some king. Your allegiance will not be rewarded the crest has to fall, You can not always dance for me . Remember i am painted and cannot become worn , I will not become comfortable for you, I will not become misshapen from accommodation and give. I will not shine if you dull me, my radiance is painted , Only you my emperor masked our deceit. Now i leave you barefoot .
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
The Emperors New Shoes
The Emperor's new shoes Painted imitation leather, polished and treated with care admired and envied, all eyes drawn, especially yours. Look at me, envy me, look how I dance. Look at my silhouette marvel at how I make you feel, Throw yourself to me,  l make you feel so true We are elite . Walking stronger, dancing so much faster How fanciful I am you,free unaffected How do I make you look and feel, the emperor's new shoes, Legitimizing your nobility But how I pinch, and how I hurt you, how contorted you’v become, How you twisted and bent to fit with me,   contrived , like me ,our artificial natural . Your need for me and performance reflecting my own. This illusion , only granted by me. You never really chose, i led you to believe you are some king. Your allegiance will not be rewarded the crest has to fall, You can not always dance for me . Remember i am painted and cannot become worn , I will not become comfortable for you, I will not become misshapen from accommodation and give. I will not shine if you dull me, my radiance is painted , Only you my emperor masked our deceit. Now i leave you barefoot .
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
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