Mississippi old and dear,
State of magnolias comfort my fear.
Fear of pain for a nation,
all because of a new sensation.
Mississippi old and dear,
State of magnolias comfort my fear.
Chivalry is dead and no one cries,
For his humble beginning and swift demise.
Mississippi old and dear,
Sate of magnolias comfort my fear.
For childhood is dead
and all the young turn to old.
Mississippi old and dear,
State of magnolias comfort my fear.
1 comment:
wow. i like it alot. it rhymes. it's kinda sad...but i still like it.
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