Anna sleeps with curls in her hair
Not a worry or a care
Flowers bloom outside her room
And the birds sing
But she doesn't hear a thing
Cuddled in tight
with the shade drawn down
To block the light
The sun's tiptoes in
But she stays dreamin'.
An escape from reality
A break she so desperately needs
Her pretty eyes and silent cries
Whisper sweet lullabies
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