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A painting of a young girl sleeping, framed in silver |
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While all her life is time |
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Winter is failing dignity... she draws the shade |
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And lying to her grace |
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Thinks she feels security... Where nothing dies |
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She speaks in soft filter smiles |
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Tastes the rain of memories water... can't heal her pain |
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She stares into a mirrors cracked and broken lines |
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A little girl waves goodbye |
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She's fading as her hour glass runs out |
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So sorry for the pain |
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Still waiting for a girl from the magazines |
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A torn and yellowed page |
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In her darkened room she cries |
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For faces, now shining halos |
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Can't believe what time has done for her |
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Can't stop thinking through the frame |
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She's fading as her hour glass runs out |
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So sorry for the pain |
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While all her life is time |
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Winter finds a place for her, and draws the shade |
