A little school beneath the sun, where foolish games are never done. The children laugh, the bells ring bright, yet sorrow hides behind the light. Through painted doors and dusty halls, we heard the echo down the walls. Miss Langtree taught with patient grace, a broken smile upon her face. The children danced, the lessons flew, while Wirt saw something no one knew. A name was carved within her song— a love she'd waited for too long. Jimmy Brown, where have you gone? She kept believing you'd come home. And every tune the children played revived the promise that had stayed. Sing for the ones who never came, dance through the ashes of a name. Laugh while the little school bells ring, for broken hearts still learn to sing. Oh, let the foolish music play, to hide the grief we can't betray. Behind each smile, beneath each tune, a lonely heart still waits for June. The blackboard cracked, the shadows swayed, a restless little world was made. A monkey swung from beam to beam, as strange as any waking dream. But Wirt could feel the daylight fade; another promise had been made. He sought a way beyond the door, while Greg found joy in something more. Perhaps the saddest tales are those where love survives but never knows if what it waits for will return, or leaves it only time to mourn. RING THE BELL! LET THE FALSE WORLD FALL! LAUGH WHILE THE SHADOWS COVER ALL! Sing for the ones who never came, dance through the ashes of a name. Though every song must fade away, some hearts keep singing yesterday. The classroom sleeps... The candles dim... But somewhere still, she sings for him.
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