Where’s my baby? Can I see her now?
I know that she is mine somehow.
She has my lips, my nose, my eyes,
I swear to god I’ve heard that cry
Once before and I know she is mine.
Give me and my child a little more time?
My sweet Annabelle, yes that’s her name.
Excuse me miss, what’s that you claim?
You’re the one named Annabelle?
No, you’re not my child as well!
I would remember one of my own
Unless I’ve misplaced every year that you’ve grown.
But I’ve seem to misplace quite a lot these days
All of my memories have this monotone haze
Coalesced together, yet scattered with holes
As if someone saw them, and the best parts they stole.
Please wipe those tears, from your sweet-tempered face
I don’t mean to upset you, but you have the wrong place.
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