Open the book and travel far,
Lead to lands large and small,
Follow not on plane or car,
Travel on giants, big and tall,
...
Ash slowly burning,
Promises broken,
Tears running down,
Sadness unspoken,
...
Closer she gets,
Crying, you fret,
Crawling to move,
Coming to you,
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In the heart of the woods
Where a patch of snow lay
Sat a young girl
Who had no one to play
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Life is like a butterfly,
Beautiful but small,
So many people in this world,
Like some don’t exist at all,
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Why is it I consider no life precious?
We are all useless beings in an empty cosmos,
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A little jester sat by a lake,
Staring back at his reflection,
Looking at the colors plastered on his face,
Colors strewn through his clothes,
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