When she gets there she knows
that there is only one door.
and this door is now closed.
She can't get in, it's way too late--
she sealed her fate.
And the mocking bird sings
all pretty things
all pretty things
we adore.
She begs please sing
more...
but she now all she hears
is screaming from below...
'Oh, no it's too late I sealed my fate
I don't belong here! '
Written by Suzae Chevalier on December 29,2020
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