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Lullaby for a girl
They'll tell you once, maybe,
That I was all sorts of things,
My chick, my little ducky ...
Contrive will, useless ones,
When I'm not there to defend myself,
If I were close ...
They’d not feel like doing it ...
They'll tell you about sailing,
The ones that did not raise the anchor,
What am I for them but a cursed yawl?
They’ll claim, with a malicious glare,
That I shivered before the dragon,
They looked ...
aside from the corner...
Now you surmise from whence the wrinkles came,
Motes in the eye arose,
It is blowing storms up here,
Where not many of us came.
I know you dream of the sea of candles,
And steps on that dock,
You were there ...
in my eye ...
And they'll tell you,
different kinds of people,
With a malice like a ruby glowing,
How the echo of my smile was groaning.
They’ll swear in their assumptions,
Pecking like a flock of crows,
My wrongly paraphrased words
I count people of the cross,
Rules and exceptions,
Everywhere useless species,
Only the few find the few.
I know you dream of resurrection,
One shy silhouette,
You were there ...
in my breath ...
They'll tell you, once,
all kinds of stuff,
Better ones are rarely forgiven,
My chick, my little ducky ...
The mighty mice from the bottle,
Will stand a witness,
Of adventures searching,
for the Grail.
I do not know any more, God forgive,
Whether to fear or aspire
That the burden of uniqueness, I graft on you?
But I know it is too late for that already…
I know you dream of rimes,
Screams, and silence mute,
You were everywhere in my all,
My chick, my little ducky ...
My lioness...
Lullaby for a girl
They'll tell you once, maybe,
That I was all sorts of things,
My chick, my little ducky ...
Contrive will, useless ones,
When I'm not there to defend myself,
If I were close ...
They’d not feel like doing it ...
They'll tell you about sailing,
The ones that did not raise the anchor,
What am I for them but a cursed yawl?
They’ll claim, with a malicious glare,
That I shivered before the dragon,
They looked ...
aside from the corner...
Now you surmise from whence the wrinkles came,
Motes in the eye arose,
It is blowing storms up here,
Where not many of us came.
I know you dream of the sea of candles,
And steps on that dock,
You were there ...
in my eye ...
And they'll tell you,
different kinds of people,
With a malice like a ruby glowing,
How the echo of my smile was groaning.
They’ll swear in their assumptions,
Pecking like a flock of crows,
My wrongly paraphrased words
I count people of the cross,
Rules and exceptions,
Everywhere useless species,
Only the few find the few.
I know you dream of resurrection,
One shy silhouette,
You were there ...
in my breath ...
They'll tell you, once,
all kinds of stuff,
Better ones are rarely forgiven,
My chick, my little ducky ...
The mighty mice from the bottle,
Will stand a witness,
Of adventures searching,
for the Grail.
I do not know any more, God forgive,
Whether to fear or aspire
That the burden of uniqueness, I graft on you?
But I know it is too late for that already…
I know you dream of rimes,
Screams, and silence mute,
You were everywhere in my all,
My chick, my little ducky ...
My lioness...