| I can hear the darkness falling
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| Softly singing songs of sadness
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| Searching for a silent silhouette
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| Then I see low voices calling
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| Children in their candy castles
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| Crying crystal clowns they can’t caress
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| But the touch of love surrounds me more
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| As magic music mingles
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| In a race of movement mixed within my mind
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| And the eyes can’t feel the pain inside
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| Or frame a dying, fighting friend
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| Who falls so fast from freedom she devised
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| If I could love her anymore I don’t know how
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| I’ll never, never have a heart like now
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| If I could find that little key that fits her mind
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| The answers are so hard for her to find
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| Walk along among the clouds
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| Which quiet and groovy gardens guard
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| And with the gratitude of glitter games
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| And my feet can see the path below
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| I bow and wander boldly
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| With the broken, melted boxes of my brain
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| If I could find that little key that fits her mind
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| The answers are so hard for her to find
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| Walk along among the clouds
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| Which quiet and groovy gardens guard
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| And with the gratitude of glitter games |