Now we have picnics on the shore, where no one ever thinks of her.
How she fell and faded out, she faded in a dell of ferns.
We quiet play, in twos and fours, a dell of ferns we play about.
Where no one ever drops a ball, or shouts out loud.
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.
The little girl got water-pale until she was invisible.
Her eyes, her face, her dress, her voice. Her arms and legs became a wave.
We quiet play, in twos and fours, a dell of ferns we play about.
Where no one ever drops a ball, or shouts out loud.
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.
The little girl got water-pale until she was invisible.
Her eyes, her face, her dress, her voice. Her arms and legs became a wave.
Now we have picnics on the shore, where no one ever thinks of her.
How she fell and faded out, she faded in a dell of ferns.
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.
Gradually we forgot her, until she was just part of the water.
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