What once was mine
A beautiful tower, a beautiful view
Read books and brush my long hair is all I do
Staring at the ceiling of stars that I drew
Singing magic words of my glowing hair isn't new
It's that time of the year again, night at nine
Trapped in a castle made of spine
I stand still, frozen in time
Bring me my Flynn and my kingdom divine
Let me relive in that memory's shrine
On a boat, in a lake, where the floating lanterns shine
My dearest of hearts and souls combined
Give me a reason, show me a sign
Make the clock reverse bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine
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