Look
Look, so there she is
Lost and cold
sitting on her very own bench
Hiding from rain
that suffocates her
Look, so she is trying
To stop crying
Drying her tears with a leaf
Stained with blood
from her very own hands
Look, she is dying
on a thursday afternoon
She is to weak to live
for something she can't reach
It lies beyond the stars
Look, so there she is
Pale and now dead
No more wings left to spread
I hope I'll find
another fairy inside
Look, she is gone
So I will know
Thi fairyworld of mine
that looks so divine
Is nothing like a fairytale
Lost and cold
sitting on her very own bench
Hiding from rain
that suffocates her
Look, so she is trying
To stop crying
Drying her tears with a leaf
Stained with blood
from her very own hands
Look, she is dying
on a thursday afternoon
She is to weak to live
for something she can't reach
It lies beyond the stars
Look, so there she is
Pale and now dead
No more wings left to spread
I hope I'll find
another fairy inside
Look, she is gone
So I will know
Thi fairyworld of mine
that looks so divine
Is nothing like a fairytale
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| Auteur: RegenboogPrinsesElfje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 december 2005 | ||
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