The ticktock of time allows me to see (.) turn to an echo
The butterfly to a cocoon A swan to Ugly Duckling, ruling to an ocean The dead times awake
As I've been call myself to yesterday A flower has fallen its petals Out of the petals a cradle I will My cradle rocks with the waves of time The time of beauty will never be the same
Oh, little girl, as thou must no leave
Please take me, take me with thee Wilt blow wee plant that last to recall
Now I hear my mother from the deep
Sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep As in silence we sing to reborn.
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