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mockingly, shockingly light as a feather
i flew on my broom through all sorts of weather
brazenly, lazily
stiff as a board
i flew to the moon
i felt like the Lord.
i felt like a teen
i felt too, too nice
then i was drowned,
the lake froze, and
i lay in the ice.
i soon was a ghost
i killed half the town
that's what you get
when you make a girl drown.
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