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Beneath the faint heirloom of gloomy puppet shadows
Sweet child stands fake smiling a facing the universe
Amidst memory glimpses and witchcraft endeavors
Casts sparks upon matters of wronged wild innocence

A colorful shinny box is placed between her little legs
Yet golden lock seals it shut within thick rusty chains
Beneath blossomed blue lillies and glimmering fireflies
Blissful curiosity clothes the girl outsmarting the pain

Did she feel? Could she hear? Has she figured it out?
Right inside her heart lies an everlasting spring
Therefore both sun and moon for her secretly entwine
Once she gives up on trying is when she'll find the key