this fantasy of yours is gone,
that fairy-tale is done.
you never end it up-
you just wake up.

her little childish smile is gone,
those silvery shining eyes are off now.
you hang your head with sadness-
she knows now, it's all a dream.

it's more or less a forgoten magic.



(and I shall thank you Lewis, for everything I got from
you... and my obsession for you pays it's dets, wish I could
really say thank you, wish I was at your time... my forgoten
love... thank you)