Patterned tiles in shimmering grace
Catch carousel smiles, painted in place
Quietly forging, the head meets the hand
Fluttering softly, footsteps escaping
And soulless poverty sends its greeting
The strange girl, she wears red today
And then sometimes has nowhere to hold
The face he wore for her
This labyrinth of vales to wander
Follow the witch's revelry
Here his way, one gladly loses
Truly, it would easier be
Patterned tiles in shimmering grace
Catch carousel smiles, painted in place
Quietly forging, the head meets the hand
Fluttering softly, footsteps escaping
And soulless poverty sends its greeting
The strange girl, she wears red today
And then sometimes has nowhere to hang
The face he wore for her
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