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I'm not the girl you once put your faith in

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Name's Delia. Age is 13. My journal is FRIENDS ONLY! Post and add me to be added.
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The Weather in Hell

By: Natalie Merchant

Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite.
In sister cells the cloister bells
Tolled on her wedding night.
Ophelia was the rebel girl,
A blue-stockinged suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes.
And Ophelia was the sweetheart to a nation overnight--
Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight,
Love was at first sight, love...
Ophelia was a demi-goddess
In pre-war Babylon.
So statuesque, a silhouette
In black satin evening gowns.
Ophelia was the mistress to a Vegas gambling man-
Signora Ophelia Maraschina,
Mafia courtesan.
Ophelia was the circus queen, the female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause.
Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone, a goddamned hurricane.
Your common sense, your best defense lay wasted and in vain.
For Ophelia'd know your every woe and every pain you'd ever have--
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
Help you to forget
And help you to forget
And help you to forget.
Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she'd gone.
Through secret doors down corridors
She'd wander them alone
All alone.