He Stole Her Dream
She gave up all of her beautiful dreams
And couldn't hesitate to quit all games
She gave faster run for all kinds of fun
And ended up having it until noon
She wanted to be a respected Queen
But that silly dude gave her handsome twin
She struggled years alone trying to feed
Standard eight really missed fluent read
A tennis went right straight out of her field
And then she merely thought of all pure gold
She got deeply stressed and severe headache
That she never stand a second to fake
Then Suicide was a current mission
But pity curled rope had no real tension
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