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On my neck a string of pearls appears—
just pearls of plastic shine; though I’ve kept them near my heart for years I think they’ll never be mine. Just pearls of plastic shine they twinkled on my sister’s bed I think they’ll never be mine because I wore them in her stead. They twinkled on my sister’s bed I took them from her without a care; because I wore them in her stead I am now drowning in despair. I took them from her without a care; though I’ve kept them near my heart for years I am now drowning in despair on my neck a string of pearls appears— Notes: Thank you SHERRI G ♥ WDC ♥
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