maid
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Maid of the Yonder,
I call upon your brilliance of hope.
Eyes bright like the sparkles of the sea,
Lost in memory, stumped in desperation-
May this song appease the tears you hold.
He controls us remotely
Say we don’t want it but we do
He says get up and work eight hours
Workers rise and commute
Woody Allen controlling us all
Once a upon a time,
There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor.
Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother
Made her do all the chores.
