Pinocchio
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Pinocchio had died in a fire,
His body charred and red.
His family burned to nothing but ash.
He was the only body found dead.
Geppetto was a doctor assigned to the autopsy.
Once upon a time, there was a little Italian man named Pine who was precisely one of Santa's elf in his workshop.
There was once a boy, real small and coy.He didn't know that soon the land would end.Staring down he found a rock, too much to understand.String kept falling from the sky, there was no reason to ask why.
Once upon a time, in 2032,
There lived a mad scientist, a man that dressed in blue.
He had perfected the art of granting sentience to bots,
'A real boy?'he muttered behind slim glasses'he wants to be a real boy?' Had he known how the devil triumphedIn votes cast, In voices muffled Or the trials, misfortune: the way life bent you backwards.No boyish joyNo smiling toys Would he still w
Once upon a time
A wooden puppet lived among the humans with a little old man.
He's always wished for a child after what happened to his.
His wife slottered there son.
Pinocchio realized one day
That he didn't want to be a real boy
The hardships of life made him see
That he'd rather live life as a toy
He wished and he wished to that North Star
A dream to be
A dream to see
A real boy I was
but never to achieve.
A far off cry
In to the night
But no one was around
to put up a fight.
There is no magic
And there is no tricks
Once upon a time
There were seven kingdoms
Founded by seven sisters
And blessed by an immortal witch
The stories of these kingdoms
You may find familiar
But know that all is not as it was told
Hold on, time is short I gotta flow,
Anxious, I extort as I watch it grow,
Watch out, it creeps like Pinnochio,
Held by strings I’m screamin', “Let me go!”,
