Fairies hiding in a garden
singing songs of the beauty in heaven
the telephone rang
and opportunity knocked on the door
The smallest of fairies
had found another way.
She saw the colors before her
new to all and so much darker
Twinkle twinkle little star
how could your light set her off so far?
From the gold of the sun
it was her heart that he won
To the glimmer of twilight
she felt herself weep, and lost all sense of might.
He was the poison that killed her soul
that left their lives with an immensly big hole
A summer past
and with his poison she smiled at last.
One to many lies he told
One to many chances made is heart cold.
The telephone rings
and songs of heaven the fairies sing
A "normal" day like any other
as a soft spring breeze swept over her.

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