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Part of that world was a disappointment


Gifts are left for me to see,

While my father forbids it,

I make a decision to flee,

which causes my soul to split,

Oh how I want to be part of that world.

 

I swim with joy knowing i'll walk,

Until the day I make it to the top,

I am here but cannot talk,

With angry emotions I cannot stop,

From thinking oh, what have I done.

 

The suns burns like fire rested,

Yet this man walks with desire,

He sees me naked and is disgusted,

For I thought he was a buyer,

Oh how I regret being part of this world.

 

Time has passed and I want to go back,

No magic can make my dream come true,

Because of that witch crack,

I am sorry my father for the blue,

For I thought I would love the land back,

Now I am left with only gifts I was forbidden to view

Oh how I regret being part of this world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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