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its a small world after all
Not on a Friday, not on Saturday dare she lie down
She heard sighs from an earth long gone
Her ear to the pavement, her 12 year old frock on
Clearly insane, been pushed from the ledge
Watching the rain of a Sunday morning, smiling at the talk in her head
Humming to herself "its a small world after all"
forever dreaming of dead names
