Angelica

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There once was a girl who would cry in her sleep,
She'd toss and turn while her dreams start to weep.
The beautiful colors start to fade,
Pink yellow and blue, instantly grey.
There's rainbows on her cheeks, but dreams without color,
She'd cry them all out, and beg for her mother.
But she'd never come, just left her to be,
Poor little girl had no control of her dreams.
She'd see how color could fade in a matter of time,
Because her dreams were so real,
Like a book,they'd unwind.
Until her mother comes she'll keep crying up a puddle,
But until then now, she takes her bear and starts to cuddle.

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