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Stella?
Yeah I know her.
Stella is a dreamer,
Beneath all the bizarre.
She believed in ghosts.
Believes.
I met her in college,
I can hardly recall the first time I saw her.
She played bass in a grungy club.
Plays.
She asked me to marry her,
She said she always wanted to ask someone that.
She hated tradition.
Hates.
That was a long time ago,
I haven’t spoken to her in years.
She never visited.
Visits.
I can’t say I’d know where to find her,
She’s probably off chasing the moon.
Her husband probably knows where she was.
Is.
I know,
It’s been years since anyone’s seen her.
I know what that means.
You know,
Stella really was a dreamer.
Is a dreamer.
Is.
Is..
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Yeah I know her.
Stella is a dreamer,
Beneath all the bizarre.
She believed in ghosts.
Believes.
I met her in college,
I can hardly recall the first time I saw her.
She played bass in a grungy club.
Plays.
She asked me to marry her,
She said she always wanted to ask someone that.
She hated tradition.
Hates.
That was a long time ago,
I haven’t spoken to her in years.
She never visited.
Visits.
I can’t say I’d know where to find her,
She’s probably off chasing the moon.
Her husband probably knows where she was.
Is.
I know,
It’s been years since anyone’s seen her.
I know what that means.
You know,
Stella really was a dreamer.
Is a dreamer.
Is.
Is..
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
Is
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