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Pinocchio had died in a fire, His body charred and red. His family burned to nothing but ash. He was the only body found dead.   Geppetto was a doctor assigned to the autopsy.
Once upon a time, there was a little Italian man named Pine who was precisely one of Santa's elf in his workshop.
There was once a boy, real small and coy.He didn't know that soon the land would end.Staring down he found a rock, too much to understand.String kept falling from the sky, there was no reason to ask why.
Once upon a time, in 2032, There lived a mad scientist, a man that dressed in blue. He had perfected the art of granting sentience to bots,
'A real boy?'he muttered behind slim glasses'he wants to be a real boy?' Had he known how the devil triumphedIn votes cast, In voices muffled  Or the trials, misfortune: the way life bent you backwards.No boyish joyNo smiling toys Would he still w
Once upon a time  A wooden puppet lived among the humans with a little old man.  He's always wished for a child after what happened to his.  His wife slottered there son. 
Pinocchio realized one day  That he didn't want to be a real boy  The hardships of life made him see That he'd rather live life as a toy   He wished and he wished to that North Star
A dream to be A dream to see A real boy I was but never to achieve. A far off cry In to the night But no one was around to put up a fight. There is no magic And there is no tricks
Once upon a time There were seven kingdoms Founded by seven sisters And blessed by an immortal witch The stories of these kingdoms You may find familiar But know that all is not as it was told  
Bye, Pinocchio. “How does he create matter?” He’s in 51.
Hold on, time is short I gotta flow, Anxious, I extort as I watch it grow, Watch out, it creeps like Pinnochio, Held by strings I’m screamin', “Let me go!”,
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