Living in shadows of years gone by,
Entranced in naught but a memory’s dream,
In a little girls’ dream world what is real?
Is anything here as it may seem?

For in a child’s’ world of make-believe,
Clocks secretly steal away,
Time’s always passing as falling nights,
Watching only her dream of a new day.

And in her vision of paradise,
Where there is no soul to see,
Standing upon oblivion,
Silence sings one last melody.

Time drifting by now on his way,
With a song as silent as she lay,
And the silence breaks as he takes away,
The little girl’s dream of a new day.

 
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