Singing softly, A song that you had sang me, The words forming every so delicate, My only memory of you now.
Last time I had gazed into your eyes, They were clouded with storm, And hope, A new beginning, But little did I know that hope flies, Little did I foresee that I'll be left alone, Sewing my pieces back together, Without the person I loved the most, A Cinderella who had ran off at midnight, Leaving me alone to fight under the star glazed skies, And a memory of one glass slipper, Oh! How will I find the perfect owner of sorts in a myriad of ladies?!
And now I sing a quiet lullaby, Softly, delicately, In hopes that you would come back, And dance again with me, after midnight.
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