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One day she stood on her toes and reached out to the stars And a blanket of wings encased her as she rested her feet Is there really happiness in that inability to grow tired? Those eyes are like flowers, blooming as they close Even though she must sleep, her lucid dreams keep playing And her heart continues to dance The curtain opens to tomorrow (curtain) And soon it’ll be daybreak (says the clock tower) Rest is needed to go on (Another single step) It’s a very important thing so Placing a gentle kiss
