A painting of a young girl sleeping, framed in silver
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While all her life is time
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Winter is failing dignity... she draws the shade
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And lying to her grace
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Thinks she feels security... Where nothing dies
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She speaks in soft filter smiles
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Tastes the rain of memories water... can't heal her pain
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She stares into a mirrors cracked and broken lines
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A little girl waves goodbye
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She's fading as her hour glass runs out
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So sorry for the pain
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Still waiting for a girl from the magazines
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A torn and yellowed page
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In her darkened room she cries
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For faces, now shining halos
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Can't believe what time has done for her
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Can't stop thinking through the frame
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She's fading as her hour glass runs out
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So sorry for the pain
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While all her life is time
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Winter finds a place for her, and draws the shade
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She's Fading
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Manilla Road |