I didn't own anything of Edward the Scissorhands. Not even a poster.
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Edward the Scissorhands is lonely on the hill.
One day, a lightning hits his wire-like hair.
Why doesn't he invent his own friend?
Start from the beginning he reads his inventor's notes.
It's not easy since the pages are hundred years old,
especially with scissorhands.
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Edward the lonely boy is making his friend.
It will be a girl, he thinks, just like his first best friend.
He takes many many years to build his friend,
especially with scissorhands.
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Edward the gentle soul comes to the hands.
The inventor didn't have the time to finish its notes
No scissor hands, he thinks, they only hurts people
He wants her to hug without others bleed,
tender as the flowers in his garden.
He uses the plants from flower to root
to make a friend for the scissorhands.
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Edward the inventor has a friend.
He reads her books and poems just like his inventor.
He named her Alice, for
She smiles the first time reading Through the Looking Glass.
Her smile is the sweetest in the world,
especially for the scissorhands.
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Alice the flowerhands sits on the ground
Watching scissorhands creating his art.
Her hands grow and grow into the earth without her notice.
When she stands, she finds she can't,
for her hands are one foot deep in the soil.
The scissorhands helps her out.
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Alice the gentle soul counts the mushrooms
Which grow on her hands during the cloudy days
Edward can cut them, she thinks, he has scissorhands.
She finds a spider in her hand.
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Alice the unhappy girl stares at the sky
She is waiting for the sun to shine.
Why aren't you happy, asks Edward.
Why didn't you make me with scissorhands? she asks.
So you can hug people without them bleed, Edward says sadly.
Alice finds Edward sad. She doesn't like it all.
She leans closer and hugs her friend.
Then they hug,
When the flowerhands bloomed.