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silohettekitty β No One Mourns the Wicked...
Published: 2012-08-15 18:57:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 727; Favourites: 22; Downloads: 2
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And goodness knows, the Wickeds' lives are lonely.Goodness knows, the Wicked die alone!
This has been so so long overdue. And originally planned to be done in watercolours, but ohhhwell. I'm quite pleased, except G(a)linda's crown. I didn't have a darn grey marker! D:
Anyway, enjoy!
Art (c) Me
Galinda & Elphaba (c) Gregory MacGuire, Stephen Schwartz, etc.
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The good man scorns the Wicked!
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Through their lives our children learn!
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What they miss, when they misbehave!
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And goodness knows! The wicked's lives are lonely...
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Goodness knows, the wicked die alone!
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It just shows when your wicked, you're left only... on your own!
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Yes, goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely...
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Goodness knows, the wicked cry alone!
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Nothing grows for the wicked, they reap only what they've sown.
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O.O it's sow... you know that right? ANYWHO
Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?!
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Oh dear, I must not have been paying attention... 
After all, she had a father. She had a mother... As so many do.
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How I hate go and leave you lonely!
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That's alright- it's only, just one night!
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But know that you're here in my heart while I'm out of your sight!
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And like every family, they had their secretsβ¦
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Have another drink my dark eyed beauty! I've got one more night left here in town...
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So have another drink, of green elixir, and we'll have ourselves a little mixer.
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Have another little swallow little lady and follow me DOWN~
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And of course, from the moment she was born, she was - well - different.
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It's coming!
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The baby's coming!
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I see a nose...
(it's: And how? sorry Wicked fanatic... my room proves said statement 
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I see a curl,
(Geeez, I haven't been listening to it enough lately! Now whenever I start playing anything broadway my mother/father tells me to TURN THAT OFF. Aparently I played Defying Gravity so many times my brother's memorized it...)
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It's a healthy perfect lovely little- *scream*
(XDDDDD nice)
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What is it? What's wrong?!
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How can it be??
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What does it mean?
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It's atrocious!
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It's obscene!
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Like a froggy, ferny cabbage,
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The baby is unnaturally-
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Take it away... take it away!
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So you see - it couldn't have been easy!
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No one mourns the Wicked!
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Now at last, she's dead and gone!
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Now at last theirs joy through out the land!
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And goodness knows,
We know what goodness is!
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goodness knows! the Wicked die alone (She died alone)
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Woe to those,
Who spurn what Goodness is
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They are shown...
No one mourns the Wicked!
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(Good News!)
No one mourns the Wicked!
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(Good news!)
No one mourns... the Wicked!
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WICKED!!!
Glinda! Is it true you were her friend?
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Well - it depends on what you mean by "friend." I did
know her. That is, our paths did cross. At school...
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Oh hallowed halls and vine draped walls.
The proudliest sight there is
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