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the innocence of sleeping children

dressed in white

and slowly dreaming

stops all time

slow my steps and start to blur

so many years have filled my heart

i never thought i'd say those words



the further we go

and older we grow

the more we know ...

the less we show ...



the very first time i saw your face

i thought of a song

and quickly changed the tune

the very first time i touched your skin

i thought of a story

and rushed to reach the end

too soon



oh remember

please

don't change



so the fall came

thirteen years

a shiny ring

and how i could forget your name

the air no longer in my throat

another perfect lie is choked

but it always feels the same



so they close together

dressed in red and yellow

innocent forever

sleeping children in their blue soft rooms

still dream



the further we go

and older we grow

the more we know ...