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There once was a girl
Who lived in a big place
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The raging water overflow the dam
The bursting reeds the halo round her head
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If I'm not too down to ground
Then I've got my head in the clouds
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The crocodile green dream
See you in a round row
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The wonderful days appeal
The clouds part evening real
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You are mean to me
So now I know that you must like me
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You're looking for the artifacts
by Warhol
20 lines,
on Aug 24 7:36 PM 2006
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Eyes to the skies
I know why she leapt up
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I know where the witch tree is
Golden hay field
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Oh I know you're real
I see you
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F G
She walked into the room to clutch
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Strolling downtown on a Sunday evening Ice Cream run
You're on your own
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Laurie Loathing glad to see me
Oh no
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The belladonna to the sunbather
The lovebird she willet shower
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In the wood
The tower top high
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Up in the sky we find our signs
Drift lost within the dark night
by Warhol
5 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 7 7:29 PM 2006. In Hope
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I make the link between
You standing by another one
by Warhol
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 22 12:09 PM 2006. In Love
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So you tell me
You aren't nice
by Warhol
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 16 8:24 PM 2006. In Love
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So real
No attention paid around you
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I feel lonely
That I can seem
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Skipping along on a Sunday evening ice cream run
You're on your own
by Warhol
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 3 2:57 PM 2006. In Love
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You ask me where I'll go
And I know just what I say
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Brush your window pretty darling
Far, so far away
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The witch tree looms
In a farmers field cast in the day
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Silent her step
Moving slightly
by Warhol
5 lines,
on Jun 24 8:04 PM 2006. In Love
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My life
Out to dry in the Monday sun
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Sitting at my window like a
5 year old to watch the rain and
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Don't you cry
I'll sing you a song
by Warhol
14 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 15 4:09 PM 2006. In Lyrics
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You're just an extension of your friends
And I don't talk to them
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Early morning Henry going out for a ride
Who could wait a hundred years and see the sunny side
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I'd build you a log cabin in the wild wood
What a winter scene
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So sick of all you dyed black combed forth
Hair you are so greasy easy blow work screaming
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Walk in unseen
Crash down her scene
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In his ear
In tiny clarity
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