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The poluted flower

She\'s a source to poetry
A key to romance
a loving angel in a maiden dance

She\'s a hot temptress
A path towards joy
a shadow of a dream for every boy

She\'s an addictive drug
A pain to loose
a stray cat but the one they choose

She\'s a runaway bride
a pleasure to see
A poluted flower, that woman is me.

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Publicerad 2008-01-24 00:27

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