Divine girlhood I passed you by Like many of my sisters Obsessed with the lie Id like to grow up well I feel very close now In a few little years I'll be younger than ever Close to my source Joints not yet failing The haze is as strong As world's not plain sailing Could I step from the screen And see beveled frames But once the painting runs out I'll join quiet screaming
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