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born to runthrough the scattered
born to run through the scattered stars of night space.
You're beautiful
Skinny, curvy you're beautiful tall, short  you're beautiful  purple, orange, green, white, blue, black you're beautiful   
Star Wonderer
When I was a little girl, I snuck out at night. Out through the side window and  All the way out to the park behind the school. Past all their cruel jokes.   When I finally felt reality slip away
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