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Galaxies run through her veins. Electricity emits from hairs On her sweet, blue head. And yet, She believes She is Ordinary. Sweet child, There is nothing ordinary About a revolution. I think it's time to start your own - Don't you?
Galaxies run through her veins. Electricity emits from hairs On her sweet, blue head. And yet, She believes She is Ordinary. Sweet child, There is nothing ordinary About a revolution. I think it's time to start your own - Don't you?