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An ordinary face stares out a window frosted, it's coldoutside |
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And ordinary fingers trace geometric shapes into the glass |
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Ordinarily her mind's at ease but on grey autumn days likethese |
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A question haunts and breaks the fragile peace |
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Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought |
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be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued? |
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Cuz the dreamer never wins, its wings must wet and withering |
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Give away its spirit, blown loosely in the wind |
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Misplaced faerie trying to and oh it cannot know where tolook |
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Mystical heart can't understand |
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Suddenly the glass flings outward, early morning air isoffered |
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Thick and drunk in - in by hope-starved lungs |
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you can blood red lips and dragon laughter, |
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dreams of happy ever after, too unfit for ordinary minds? |
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Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought |
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be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued? |
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Cuz the dreamer never wins, its wings must wet and withering |
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Give away its spirit, blown loosely in the wind |
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Can a bauble ruled by whim possibly be bought |
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be accepted by the masses, framed and catalogued |
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Cuz the dreamer never wins, its wings must wet and withering |
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Give away its spirit, blown loosely in the wind~ |
