not much to tell, but i have a high intelligence and a beautiful mind and always tell the truth when i am asked and don't mind a blast but hate it when the past keeps knocking to try and bring you down.
when like a prayer
my knight did appear
out of can you imagine it...no-where
oh but the sheer despair
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there once was a raven
black as the sky
similiar to that of the night when nothing did shine
there once was a dove
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Truth surely is a mysterious thing
for what is truth when it seems to change with every passing day
that cannot be truth
for truth does not change
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not sure where this is going
this is free-hand and i am blowin'
not literally
i am a female
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Where is he
I thought we were going to be married
And he would carry me away
What a beautiful thought, a lovely Wedding Day
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