this is called district maiden
the district maiden.
has long black hair.
and piercing blue eyes.
she walks down the city streets at midnight.
her hair flowing behind her.
the guys all turn.
as the district maiden walks by.
yeah. and there's this one too...
rattling drums.
sweet flutes.
soaring trumpets.
triumphant mellos.
sexy sousas.
awesome guard.
and so much more.
my family.
my friends.
my one true love.
i like the first one better.
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I use a basket to catch fish. If I have the fish, I have no need for the basket. I use words to catch ideas, if I have the ideas, where is the need for words?