What about the little fragile girl
And the hours that she lonely spent
What about the dream that is not fulfilled
And the words that she couldn’t hold and said
She is thinking about the hug that lasts
She is waiting and for long she waits
And it is not time that she wastes
It is the beauty, colors and tastes
The fragile little Girl dreams to sleep
The dream of true dreams she keeps
She is feeling cold
She is deeply cracking
Some whispers she did hold
A small little light is shaking
She is running through the roads
And the game each time reloads
She is not waiting for happy endings
But rethinking what is it a happy ending 
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