Somedays, I carry roses in guns

They caress me, floatin' ribbons

As I skip around this little town

On my head rests a floral crown

'N' kids braid my lush silky hair

For I'm to dance in the local fair

I'm adorned with nets and frills

I see soft love in the rolling hills

Swirlin' on tips of toes in crowd

I get round of applause, so loud

Then sun falls into a sleepy lake,

I rush home after eatin' my cake

At night, when I'm all by myself

I notice some thing on my shelf!

It's a silver box made of dreams

It glows softly, oh how it gleams

As I open it, carefully 'n' so slow

My eyes droop 'n' head falls low

I try to stay awake but still, I fail

For it comes to an end, every...

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Fairytale