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Find her repeatin season seven episode three
Lady not repeating her appearance except for the scene
In old days for laughs kids would definitely
Go draw her same-day on Tumblr, take questions from geeks
Now effort recedes, so the story’s untold
Whether a villain or a changeling or a glorious soul
Or maybe lady SMILE agent waiting patient for the day it blows
No one knows what fucking name we gave her, no one made a vote
Stocking plush, she could sew a better breed herself
Better if she didn’t do the work, need to keep her health
Town is learning industry, manager don’t treat her well
Long parades of children so excited often seem to help
Long hours such a crutch, wanna do some other stuff
Little fillies giggling like hey is that a rubber duck
Yeah it is, then she hurries past them and they wonder what
Had happened, only able to imagine she was thunderstruck
Buck a public eye,
Lady can’t explain herself so she stuck inside
Munching suppertime, hugging stuffing tight
Something something die, thumping rushing by,
Fucking love me, why - fucking fuck it why’d I even try
You can ask her bout the sad eyes
Staring from a counter when it’s empty and she pass time
Glass life grasped tight, never match types tried to ask signs
Maybe she was happy raising fillies in a past life
Could’ve been a toymaker, make em toy sabers
Or toy trains - boys play games, annoy neighbors
Could’ve been a toymaker, what she love don’t get a business
Hocking other work for employ papers
Coerced in, the takeaway is that’s how
The world is, some ponies fade into the background
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