the children sleep tonight,
and their slumber goes unstirred
but for a light in the mirror and the hearts in their hands,
and they'll sleep for forever,
they'll keep what they can.
is love so long ago?
and the lighthouse is gleaming
with the hopes and the memories of a thousand graves,
so the children have enemies,
is there another way?
their beds have been covered,
and the world's alight
with the shards of the mirrors and the spirit of fight.
but the children sleep on,
their time is long gone.
the children are sleeping.
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