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This is gross but its what I came up with from the word bank
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Oh woe is me, I should be cleaning
The dust's so thick it has me sneezing
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She calls upon her mystical goddess,
to move the earth and moon.
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She calls upon her mystical goddess, to move the earth and moon.
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A dynasty
of chaos ensues
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I am a piece of antique and delicate china
Hurtling towards an unforgiving ground
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Excruciating insanity consumes
her tormented soul.
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So many years wasted trying
to sort out who was to blame.
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Crouch down into my soul to
hide away from the intensity
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Life in this burst of conflict
sparks our struggle with truth.
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The golden melody was the bounty
Candid in the endearing harmony
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This soul belongs in eternity
where sight is nothing but a dream,
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Sweet innocence lingers,
a subtle memory of dreams past.
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You humiliated me,
fed on radiance that once
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