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[Jul. 28th, 2012|01:09 pm] |
Poor unfortunate souls In pain, in need This one longing to be thinner That one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes, indeed Those poor unfortunate souls So sad, so true They come flocking to my cauldron Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!" And I help them! Yes I do
Now it's happened once or twice Someone couldn't pay the price And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals Yes I've had the odd complaint But on the whole I've been a saint To those poor unfortunate souls! |
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[Jul. 28th, 2012|03:43 pm] |
I have to admit, it's getting better. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2012|03:45 pm] |
Where is my mind? |
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[Jul. 28th, 2012|06:46 pm] |
Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion. I was soaring ever higher.
But I flew too high. |
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