Once upon a fairy morn
A golden little girl was born
She was as free as a little spark
And as happy as a lark
But she cried so many salty tears
That she soon died at eighteen years
By falling down into a well
All within her bodily cell
It's not so bad to live or die
Life's just a smile and then a cry
But to have to breathe this ether
When you know that you are neither
Love never fails and always saves
Even from a living grave
Or from the nether, nether worlds
Of broken dreams of little girls.
