Once Bepon a Time
My granddaughter grows up and leaves childish things behind.
There was a pretty little girl,
With a beautiful smile.
She told me bedtime stories.
Her name was Skye,
Like the isle off Scotland.
She told me bedtime stories.
Her imagination was wild,
Her stories were amazing.
She began… once bepon a time.
Too grown up for stories now.
I wish we could go back to…
Once bepon a time.
With a beautiful smile.
She told me bedtime stories.
Her name was Skye,
Like the isle off Scotland.
She told me bedtime stories.
Her imagination was wild,
Her stories were amazing.
She began… once bepon a time.
Too grown up for stories now.
I wish we could go back to…
Once bepon a time.
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- Greens
- Weary
- Fur Child
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