

the dreamer's taleThe Dreamers Talethe dreamer's tale
As I walk to school on that dusty road I felt like a bump on a log or an ugly Bell Toad My only dress is torn and tattered
With worn shoes the is covered in batter I dream to be rich and spoiled rotten Instead I stand in front of a crowd forgotten Wishing I could be waited on hand and foot I kneel down on the splintered wood floor and clean up soot Hundreds of dresses would surround me everyday But instead I get hand me downs from my sister Kay.
A perfect girl named robin goes to our one room school She is beautiful and fair
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just another loser who fell in love
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