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rebel girl



wind in her hair



as the last drop of gold



fills a pale blue sea



and we're left to pray



no one finds us



because, the silly worshipers of venus



or was it the moon?



are nosey enough to make



our world shake and quake



so we pray for the rebel girl...



run to meet her charming prince



love,



or was it lust?



drove them here



and the blue of her eyes



dip into his gold



as rust colored leaves



drift to the ground



somewhere in the



north



the season's change



and life's demise



was for the love of the rebel girl



with wind in her hair.