Where have all the dreamers gone br The lilac petals’ winters fall br Piece by piece the roads pull back br To substitute an arrival lack br br The wings that use to sore the sky br More likely assist the pig to fly br Follow Hansel and Gretel long and one should find br No breadcrumbs left to fall behind br br The bird that consumes them now looks ill br Even the wolf has less means to kill br Little red safely passing by br only lets out a lonely sigh br br The witch, broom in hand, walking passed, looks up as to say br The emerald city’s the other way br The long haired beauty goes to wash her hair br Snow whites skin no longer fair br br Seven shot men go to take their leave br The pixies parish for those who use to believe br The mad hatter has a question not br The naked emperor cloths begot br br The puss opens the hutches door br And lays his boots on the upon the floor br Outside the bean stalk long chopped down br You’ll never see jack come back a’roun br br Seven years of bad luck stalks the evil step mother br For a mirror who yearned to love another br br And what happened to the dreamers of the dreams, br They already filled their mind with useless things, br For as useless as the rhyme may seem br intellectualists never join the teambr br Charlotte Ambrosiabr br