Under my skirt
Inside my thigh
A web-like pattern
Greets the eye
How it made me
Ever so shy
It made me cry
And want to die.
But then at night
Within my dreams
My legs grew scales
Under moon beams
So now I do not cry but fly
For a mermaid am I.

Under my skirt
Inside my thigh
A web-like pattern
Greets the eye
How it made me
Ever so shy
It made me cry
And want to die.
But then at night
Within my dreams
My legs grew scales
Under moon beams
So now I do not cry but fly
For a mermaid am I.

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