Leave me here to lie, asleep and dreaming. When I wake I will be your doll again made of porcelain, paint and linen.Leave me here to lie, alive as I am dreaming, trying to find my soul again, trying to find a reason, trying to find my name again in this storm with no ending.
Leave me here to lie, thinking of your face and wishing I could erase the past that chases me. Never wakes the butterfly afraid of angry wind and never wakes the doll afraid her heart will never mend.
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