She used to be that girl Green hair Naive smile A limpid soul, and Faith so cogent Mother used to sit by her Preaching, Her eyes gloomy, In a satin voice So motherly. That white altar.. Used to be her wishing star Deluded, stolen Too ambitious She's sorry Today her body lies In the red light Swayin' the wrong dance Walkin' on a twisted path She can't go back
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