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She roams restlessly about |
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She wears her sweater inside-out |
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She's bewildered and led astray |
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She brought the wrong books for school today |
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Her black umbrella is opened up |
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She hasn't noticed the rain has stopped |
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She talks with people who aren't there |
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She looks through glasses she doesn't wear |
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Like melted chocolate ice |
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Like withered edelweiss |
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She's winged and yet she flies |
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Like a naked clown lacking her disguise |
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She is grateful for the clouceur |
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But the prize is not for her |
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She's laid open to attack |
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When the door locks behind her back |
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As she waves her magic wand |
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there's a whisper of despond |
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She is painfully unaware |
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That the rabbit isn't there |
