Isabel.

What a pretty little thing you are,
Emerald eyes twinkling like stars in the sky,
Skipping along, wavy hair bouncing,
My little girl,

I saw you once upon a time,
Right before I cursed awake,
For robbing me of you in my precious sleep,
You did not even have time to wave goodbye,

Were lives lived how we wanted them,
Then surely I would smile at you in return,
We might play for days and days,
I might look upon your sharp little face,
And see someone,

I wanted you to be,
My daughter,
Take you out of my mind,
So you can be real outside,

For now I pray to sleep again,
So I can dream of you some more,
And for a while we can cry together,
Because you will never die.

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