Dawn like an angel, lights on the step
Muting the morning she heralds
Dew on the grass, like the tears the night wept
Gone long before, the day wears old
Times stills the singing, a child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways, the child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Pressed in the pages of some aging text
Lies an old lily crumbling
Marking a moment of childish respects
Long since betrayed and forgotten
Times stills the singing, a child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways, the child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Dawn like an angel, lights on the step
Muting the morning she heralds
Dew on the grass, like the tears the night wept
Gone long before, the day wears old
Times stills the singing, a child holds so dear
And I'm just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways, the child followed home
Gone, like the sand and the foam
Gone, like the sand
Gone, like the sand and the foam

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