The colours override the midnight moon;
It soaks in blue, blue pink and red
They spin around the young girls weary head
The bunnies, they dance with grace,
Around and around they go.
Dizzying the room they can feel the gaze
The girls eyes flicker with concentration,
And Peace begins to creep.
The shadows begin to take shape.
Darkness no longer has a place.
Fear is just a whim.
Dreary, dreary; not so weary, as she reaches out to touch
The bunnies they just keep on moving; dancing as they must.
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