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Queen of the moths
Girl of the Limberlost
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Once upon a time
A little girl lived,
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Ambling on through
the every day life
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The *tapestry* of my past
Is covered in pools of dried *blood*
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Buck Island welcomes with a gentle glee
Gifting us with enough empty space to make do,
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If you don't recognize the song title, don't bother.
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Our paddles beating out a steady rhythm,
Pushing us strongly forward,
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For you
To just know this one thing
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Unforeseen peace haunts the night,
Whispering of the tranquility
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February's thaw
Graces the grey land
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The DARKness of death,
Persistence of past,
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dont ask, just click ::smile::
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