The World of Happiness Is Gone
A child whispered to the stars at night
And danced with sunshine on her hair.
Once upon a time her voice was so bright.
One time always dared herself to always care,
Then dared herself to touch the moon.
Yet happy giggles lead to silent tears.
Dancing stopped when she lost her tune.
Her wings were stripped and her head bowed.
Her voice trembles now like the cloud of doom.
She lives with a broken sa node,
That her ghost Daddy left her with,
In her own magellanic cloud.
She recalls a place that is a lost myth,
That is out of her reach for now.
Her old world of bliss clings to her like mist.
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