As I hear silent weeps,
I hear them crying as we sleep,
Water faeries sleep in our tears,
Awakening to a surface it nears,
Whisper their names,
1..2..3,
They cry 'come away with me, '
Off they fly,
As our weary,
Filled hearts follows,
We get left behind,
Feeling empty inside,
And we can cry no more,
Because the faeries are on the floor,
When we smile,
They are with us for a little while,
When we cry,
Our eyes go dry,
As we sleep,
Our heart we keep.
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