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Geppetto's handshake with age, on his workshop's final page
Forty years of making friends, for the children joy that mends
Wooden horses, china dolls, music boxes, bouncing balls
Every toy holds a dream, nothing's quite the way it seems
But tonight he carves just one, his magnum opus nearly done
Not for sale, Christmas tree, this one's made for memory
Every toy holds a dream, nothing's quite the way it seems
In the wood grain he can see, who this puppet's meant to be
His daughter lost at seventeen
Carved to smile, her dancing eyes, wood becomes his lullabies
If he gives her breath tonight, will she make his world feel right
Every toy holds a dream, nothing's quite the way it seems
In the wood grain he can see, who this puppet's meant to be
His daughter's melody, will she come alive for me ?
The carving knife, sits down
Please dance, my wooden crown