Are the friends to me weighed
the white fairy tense her bow
shoot my worry in the face
and breaks out of the two halves
the father of all mirrors
He waves me and I lean forward
he whispers softly in my ear
You are the sweetest child of all
I hold you like my own blood
you are the sweetest child
the bad is good in me, too
The curiosity extended my dream
the white fairy she sings and laughs
forcibly swelled me
and lethargic torments me through the night
the father of all mirrors
He waves me and I lean forward
he whispers softly in my ear
You are the sweetest child of all
I hold you like my own blood
you are the sweetest child
the bad is good in me, too
And how I defend myself
on the cot still gehurt
I watch as I give birth
and eat the own afterbirth
You are the sweetest child ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)