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She slips in and out of her dull imagination That floats around the twilight of her tomb Clutching her little treasures That represent a happy moment Displayed with sad affection in her room But this life is a prison And it hurts to hear the children laughing While they live their pretty little dreams And frozen all the while Is a tearful bitter smile Nothing