can't pull the demons from your head can't lull you from your sleepy bed
from the powers that will be
change the summers of your beauty the thunderstorms within your purity
past the door of every danger every foe and every stranger
from the plain and simple truth the waning winters of your youth
your tears will always leave their mark from fears that stay inside the dark
but tie some ribbons in your hair and show you that he'll always care
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