Here I am, send me.
Its a half hearted plea-
You see how I am sleeping.
Once I was your pumpkin girl
Then I changed my gown for gingham
And cut my hair close to my head.
I boarded a sinking ship, a shallow bed.
Ive seen the golden future girl,
Every single shining curl.
But, I let them carve me, pumpkin-head.
Awake o sleeper,
And rise from the dead.














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