Episodica YP
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Special Star~

Sweet, sweet success
Shall I taste thee
The excitement, the candy
The apple of my eye
Shattered all because
I am a klutz

Burnt to a crisp
Soured the cream
Not able to flip
Made way to thick
Or even to thin
All into the trash bin

Theirs so beautiful
I so envious, a pity
I hope to grow
To be better than this
But such harsh words
Like wounds by swords

The trick is thus
Never give up
On ones dreams
Practice, practice, practice
Until finally right
Sweet, sweet, bright