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---A Thousand Years of Loneliness---
I'm a queen with a thousand years of age
This storybook is just turning another page
I just don't know why
Why am I so filled with rage?
You aren't you
You're not who you used to be
My temper's flaring
How could it be?
Back when you were sane
You pushed back the pain
Dancing with me in the rain
No more to lose than gain
We lived in a place mundane
Adventuring with your walking cane
Even in places filled only with chain
I wish we could meet again
---Crazy---
If only I could cure you
My help I would lend
But it's too late for you now
A trip to insanity
From this torture
I wish you were free
I'd wish on a thousand stars
Every night outside my cave
But right now I don't want to live
---Remember---
Why don't you remember me?
Never forget
Never regret
Now you're too far gone
I'll keep looking on
Even until dawn
Looking just like a chess pawn
I can't think
It feels like I'm about to sink
In this melting skating rink
---Home---
Right now as I hold my bass
I can't help but cry
As I remember your face
I shouldn't cry
I'll just keep singing
Singing a song without glee
Knowing where you belong
And I know you should be with me
I want to go home
But what happens when my home is with you?
Not in my stone dome
Not even with my old ghost crew
I'm all alone
In my fortress of stone
I find you now made of snow and ice
Well isn't that nice?
I'm a queen with a thousand years of age
This storybook is just turning another page
I just don't know why
Why am I so filled with rage?
You aren't you
You're not who you used to be
My temper's flaring
How could it be?
Back when you were sane
You pushed back the pain
Dancing with me in the rain
No more to lose than gain
We lived in a place mundane
Adventuring with your walking cane
Even in places filled only with chain
I wish we could meet again
---Crazy---
If only I could cure you
My help I would lend
But it's too late for you now
A trip to insanity
From this torture
I wish you were free
I'd wish on a thousand stars
Every night outside my cave
But right now I don't want to live
---Remember---
Why don't you remember me?
Never forget
Never regret
Now you're too far gone
I'll keep looking on
Even until dawn
Looking just like a chess pawn
I can't think
It feels like I'm about to sink
In this melting skating rink
---Home---
Right now as I hold my bass
I can't help but cry
As I remember your face
I shouldn't cry
I'll just keep singing
Singing a song without glee
Knowing where you belong
And I know you should be with me
I want to go home
But what happens when my home is with you?
Not in my stone dome
Not even with my old ghost crew
I'm all alone
In my fortress of stone
I find you now made of snow and ice
Well isn't that nice?
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Era una nublada mañana, el chico prácticamente no había dormido y estaba tocando su bajo.
F: ¡Hey Marshall! venga.
El chico salió en un momento de su casa al oír a su amiga.
ML: ¿Cake no viene?
F: no, esta con su novio
ML: ¿y tampoco has invitado a PG?
F: vendra luego
ML: ok, podre soportar a ese perfeccionista.
F: bueno...¿vamos ya?
ML: si, vale
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Los dos amigos estaban de camino al lugar donde habían quedado cuando, de repente, Marshall Lee oyó un sonido muy parecido al de su bajo-hacha.
Cuando Marshall miró de donde venia el sonido vio a una chica s
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"Gertrude are you ready for the show to begin?" the ice queen said behind the door of one of her many ice caves.
"Wenk" Gertrude said holding popcorn and soda taking a drink.
"1 2 3" The ice queen emerged wearing a short messy black wig "Gertrude why did you gert my fries I gerted them and they were mine" the ice queen sang and picked up the penguin in a sleeper hold.
"What kind of gert gerts her Gertrude's' his fries and doesn't even gert him in the eye, Gertrude there were tears there you gerted them would you even care. Gertrude do you even love me." The ice queen said looking
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I made these poems at school
Whut.
They're all from Marceline's point of view by the way.
"Home" is part of my collab with ~Namimorii
update(10/18/2012):Added Titles
I made these poems at school
during math class
Whut.
They're all from Marceline's point of view by the way.
"Home" is part of my collab with ~Namimorii
update(10/18/2012):Added Titles
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