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silent and distressed |
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forsaken to the cold |
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moonlit her shadow |
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like ink upon the snow |
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barefoot she shivers |
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with nowhere else to go |
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matches, matches here for sale |
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and on this drifting course through time |
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beneath the limitless supply (?) |
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a heart beats slowly and afraid |
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phantom faces at her side |
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in their anguish cannot hide |
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the beauty and the frailty of life |
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in desperation she strikes a match |
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her fingers burn with fire and ash |
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a skip of heart in a perfect world |
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her eyes light up: the matchstick girl |
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[] voices sing |
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like angels from a secret dream |
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and then as quickly as it came |
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it fades into the cold, back into the cold |
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[] and empty stars |
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who whisper light without remorse |
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and every shadow growing grey |
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to stand below the moon |
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a vision catches just a smile |
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and lingers on her lips so warm |
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before fading into the darkness |
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a stranger past unknown |
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and on this drifting course through time |
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beneath the limitless suply |
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everyone who ever was will die (before their time) |
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after all the moment's thrill |
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[] |
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the mercy one was granted he should find |
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in desperation she strikes a match |
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fingers are blazed with fire and ash |
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a skip of heart in perfect world |
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her eyes light up: the matchstick girl |
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[] voices sing |
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angels embrace her in their wings |
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and then as quickly as it came |
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it fades into the cold |
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she strikes another and here again |
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a nova burns, a hero's flame |
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against the heart in a perfect world |
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her eyes light up: the matchstick girl |
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where {there} are believers {there} are beliefs (?) |
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a storybook however brief |
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and then as quickly as it came |
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it fades into the cold, back into the cold |
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a silent prayer this god protect |
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[] find neglect |
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what you remember no man forgets |
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[] |
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in desperation she strikes [] |
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fingers alive with fire and ash |
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[] a fading world |
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her eyes light up: the matchstick girl |
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heaven breaks, no voices sing |
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like angels in her secret dreams |
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and nothing here will ever touch |
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nor harm this little girl (the matchstick girl) |
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and in the alley looking back |
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fingers cold now stained and black |
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the [] departs a fading world |
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her eyelids close, the matchstick girl |
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[] space |
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a knowing smile upon her face |
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stained into the morning light |
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frozen in the snow, matchstick girl is gone |
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(the matchstick girl is gone) |
