Smoothly floating over roses,
Surreal dreams striking poses,
Soaring over fields of white,
There’s love almost as much as spite.
A burning candle,
A blurring handle,
Can you hear me,
Let me see
An hourglass slowly draining,
Yet up here it’s still raining,
Before the clock strikes midnight,
Under the moon, a lover’s delight
Look at all the children playing
Listen to the words I’m saying
Ring the bell for dinner now
Show’s over, take a bow.
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