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Too far from the
Son
I became bitter and
Frigid
That no one could stand it
I
Spinning alone in my orbit
too slow to keep up with the pace of other planets
So I was cut from the line up
I reckon things become tied up
Since all the other chicks get fired up
When he step on the scene......
Me
I be on my own path
3 moons
In a perpetual evening
So I sip milk shakes
In my snow storms
Cause though he may remove my name
from the system
The fact still remains
I was
Here
There
Wherever
However
Whenever
He needed me to be
My relevance cannot be erased
Etched upon his heart
My spirit cannot be
Replaced
