Fragments spinning in the waves
The sea is dreaming of shining caves
A drop of petal rings the bell
In the corner of Heaven of my Little Nell
Words from the vine and essence flow
A teardrop turns in its fall to a glow
And Thelma sings her sing song show
To the mother that lost her before she did grow
VERSE 3
And her wintered feet now shim and shine
As she sings from one to ninety-nine
And her wintered feet now shim and shine
As she sings from one to ninety-nine
(Oo, mm)
(Oo, mm)
VERSE 3
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