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27 lines
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2018-02-22
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does the rain in Spain really fall in the plain?
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what about the rooftops coated in sky's tears
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and empty nests flooded and damp to the point of disintegration
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I know it's just a silly rhyme
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but sometimes I wonder if the plain really isn’t a plain
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a line written by the depths of despair
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and now someone I hate could possibly know my true name
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not the one put on my birth certificate without my wanting
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but the one that stays hidden away, locked in a safebox
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my golden ticket out of this place
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I never wanted to be famous
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stalked or revered or worshipped
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all I've ever wanted is respect
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and a shred of understanding
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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