This is another one about innocence. A favorite subject of mine. I think it's weird to pretend to be older than I am, because I know I will look back at these days as fun. And yet, I cannot help but wish...
The High Priestess
Good father above us,
Why do you love us?
Good mother below us,
What more will you show us?
And every day
she would wonder away.
Get lost in the swamps
but she couldn't stop.
Good father above us,
Why do you love us?
Good mother below us,
What more will you show us?
And she could talk
To dead sea-horses in chalk.
The things they'd say
Still haunt her today.
High priestess of your race, why are we hurt?
Your factories even harm the very dirt.
And soon you won't be able to visit the hundred-acre wood
And every day after that would be spent wishing that you could.
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I know all those girls you been messin around with i dont want your STD's. So boy quit with your chat i dont wanna talk about my cat, i dont wanna see your face, now leave.
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