A LITTLE GIRL,
ON THE DOOR,
WHITE DRESSED,
POOR…
ALL FLOWERS,
ON HER HAIRS,
PANSY, DAISY, ROSE…
HAVE A SMILE.
CRY…
HE COMES FROM THE DARKNESS,
SO MANY GIFTS,
ON HIS POKETS.
HE COMES FROM THE DARKNESS,
SO MANY LIES,
AND TRUES,
IN HIS HANDS…
FULL OF HATE AND WILD…
MAYBE LITTLE SENSE
ALONE,
ALONE,LIKE ME…
SADNESS…
SHE CLOSE THE DOOR.
SLOWLY…
THE TOWN QUITE…
ALLOVER BE BLACK,
LIKE A HORSE
IN A FOREST…
A VOICE FROM THE DARKNESS,
SAY HER,
SLEEP…
SEE YOUR MOTHER,
AND YOUR FATHER…
TOUCH HIS HANDS,
TOUCH HER FACE…
BE TRUE,
BE BRAVE,
AND HAPPY…
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