on a bed of roses she lies
under a roof of glass ~ confined
staring at the stars she can never touch
she weeps
and never sleeps
under a roof of glass ~ confined
staring at the stars she can never touch
she weeps
and never sleeps
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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