there once was a girl who traveled in curls
she saw this whole world like her mother
As everything whirled, she learned how to twirl
she swallowed the things she had smothered
Her grandfather knew her heart split in two
so he mended the break with his Life
And now she is new, she knows what to do
with each day when it's bitten by night
The moon is a song, the sun sings along
and each ray has a story to tell
"If ever I'm wrong, expose me upon
the rocks on the road to the well"
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
there once was a girl who traveled in curls
she saw this whole world like her mother
As everything whirled, she learned how to twirl
she swallowed the things she had smothered
Her grandfather knew her heart split in two
so he mended the break with his Life
And now she is new, she knows what to do
with each day when it's bitten by night
The moon is a song, the sun sings along
and each ray has a story to tell
"If ever I'm wrong, expose me upon
the rocks on the road to the well"
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