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Cursive - Driftwood (A Fairy Tale)
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He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio looked closed and he saw two huge rows of sharp, yellow teeth and he realized his mistake.
So he would sulk and drink and mope and cross his arms and hope to die. And then a fairy came one night to bring this sorry boy to life. She pulled some strings, spun him about, that boy sprang up, and began to shout, "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face, they are alive." And she would cry, "liar, liar, What have I done? You're no lover and I'm no fighter."
The story goes on.
So he would buy her things and kiss her hair to show he was for real. And she would take those gifts and kisses though just stringing him along. She knew about those wooden boys, it's an empty love to fill the void Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown So he would cry, "liar, liar, I'll prove it to you"
But then it grew. He had grown tired of her so it was true. He left her apartment and he walked all night long, 'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean. But still he walked on amongst the whales and waves and screamed, "liar, liar" and his wooden body floated away. He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how I was made Now I wonder how I was made My arms, my legs, my heart, my face, my name is Driftwood.
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