Little girl, my little melody,
hush your cries...

Oh hear, in the night so silent,
Apollo's lyre of the most romantic...

Thy mistress seek no pleasure,
her paramour sails a hundred seas...

What are the memories
but imaginations of the future...

Another day to lie
and stay to dream...

Not much of dresses to try and trades to buy,
not much of your social scene, the visible queen...

I'd lie still, hidden under the spiral notebook.
the words we're written like it was undone...

You are the little girl's star
that holds all her dreams...

This night of the most calm
as the blanket covers the skies...

Sometimes beauty is easy
sometimes you don't have to try at all...