And there she was in golden grass and ivy
On parts of stems of flowers and hay she lay
Against her better judgement she was privy
To thoughts and hearts of stone in sunset ray
She thought she had the world upon her shoulder
She heard her dearest father in the house
Her mother brought to her a tiny boulder
And told her to be quiet as a mouse
Don't fear my dear the sunset will soon end
And maybe then we'll finally escape
There's a whole entire world around that bend
We just need a bit of help from fate
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