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Waves of go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid
Mermaids on draw up the dawn

What's of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds frozen in flight
to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Calling... answer there none
Go to you child, dream of never ending always

Panes of ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the ice caverns of Khan
But where in the glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was as dawn

What's become of the this cold December morning?
What's become of the baby this cold morning?

Racing in of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of
Allah, where are you now?
All Mohammed's men blinded by the waters

Scheherazade gathering stories to
From gold fantasy petals that fall
But where is the childhood who played the sun chimes
And chased the cloud to the regions of rhyme?

Stranded cries the wind
Lost in the of lead
Shackled by of illusion, delusions of living and dead