I want my tears back The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonflys wings Where is the wonder wheres the awe Wheres dear Alice knocking on the door Wheres the trapdoor that takes me there Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare Where is the wonder wheres the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary calls us. Where is the wonder wheres the awe Wheres dear Alice knocking on the door Wheres the trapdoor that takes me there Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare Where is the wonder wheres the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me Where is the wonder wheres the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now Where is the wonder wheres the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me Where is the wonder wheres the awe Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for Before the years take me I wish to see The lost in me I want my tears back I want my tears back now
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