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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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