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The Moving Pictures
I remember a princess who lost it all
The love of her father left with his fall
I remember the blood staining rubber ducks
How the nightmares plagued and kept me up
The escape of demons and hopeless tasks
Kept me in a reality where I had a grasp
The hero would recieve recognition
People who said they'd fail bestow appreciation
An award from the nation and applause in the end
But lets face it
They all end up like Snowden
The flicks are immortal
Giving many hope
I know it's immature
But it's how we've learned to cope.
The love of her father left with his fall
I remember the blood staining rubber ducks
How the nightmares plagued and kept me up
The escape of demons and hopeless tasks
Kept me in a reality where I had a grasp
The hero would recieve recognition
People who said they'd fail bestow appreciation
An award from the nation and applause in the end
But lets face it
They all end up like Snowden
The flicks are immortal
Giving many hope
I know it's immature
But it's how we've learned to cope.
Published 9th Aug 2019
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