Oh little mila, dear little milaPlaying with her little toys, A playhouse with a room full of mirrors, Reverberating with her silent joys. Little crystal charms dangling from her bracelet, And the sky reflecting in her marbled blue eyes, Neon Trees and blue suns in her paintings, Expressing her true, artistic cries. Oh little mila, dear little milaSmiling from ear to ear, Enjoying every minute, For she was yet to know about fear.
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Thought Abyss - Lost In My Head
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