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who but a fool maiden
would dance in your dreams
allow herself to be manipulated
a puppet on a string
your pseudo-calm surface
is a sly mean disguise
like a clown's wicked smile
hiding murder in his eyes
wasabi green is the faded color
of purple and blue
while changing from a prince
to a monster like you
your game was to fly
the experimental aircraft
but it wastes in the hanger
as your grown children laugh
words can cause bruises
that reach deep inside
on your knees beg for mercy
for tears they have cried
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