Jan. 2nd, 2007

I sing now the ballad of Violet the Red
Who slept all her nights on an invisible bed
Who sat in a throne made from tiny loafs of bread
And who never never never had any street cred
Oh, she never never never had any street cred.

Now, Violet the Red had a beautiful face
Like you'd find on a milk box or an old Grecian vase.
She had the body of a harpsichord or maybe a base,
and she kept both her nostrils always covered in lace
Oh, she kept both her nostrils always covered in lace.

And Violet the Red, she never left her room.
She never searched for a dragon or even a groom.
She never felt sea-sick and she never felt gloom,
But by the end of her life she had played all of Doom.
Oh, by the end of her life she had played all of Doom.

And that's what it says on Violet the Red's tomb.
And that's what it says on Violet the Red's tomb.

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