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Voted Off 3/17/04 (Free verse) by capachijim
Sing out your heart,
There you stand,
Pretty camo girl,
Sing us a song.
Your time has come,
And off you go,
Sing some and dance some,
Give us a show.
Pitch perfect,
Nuances divine,
This is your calling,
It is your time.
But what was perfect must end,
Return to your old life again,
The emotional ride,
Has come to an end.
Just always know,
Despite how others may do,
That bitch Simon Cowell has nothing on you.
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