She is slipping under the carpet
Under the rug
Being forgotten about
Forgetting to sweep up
There
She leaves
Traces of her dust
And we know she has been there
By her fingerprints
Did she ever go to the ball?
Why yes
She wore the glass slipper too
And she danced
Oh how she danced
I can remember her
Swirling on the floor
I remember the hour
Then the minutes before
Midnight
When the cruel clock strikes
And another day of life is done
Where is her Prince Charming?
Where is her sun?
It is setting now
Going down over the brow
Of the hill
Soon her time will come
Soon her day will be done
And the glass slipper will be put back on the shelf
The clothes, the dresses and gowns
Will be hung up, put away into the closet
And the doors finally closed
For good
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