Sleeping Beauty Ii
Watching her tiny precious light..
Standing at the kitchen's window wearing
Hand me downs, worn blue dress; her auburn
Strawberry curls hiding her dreamful eyes; gazing
Through this lonely wishful glass ? Just to lie within
A bed of dust; rest her weary mind, escape the rust...
Her beauty's heart in a tin can, if you must; sleep, sleep, sleep.
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