The wishing Well
She’ll never get off the ground in this town
she’s got crows flying around her soul
that’s grown cold through the austerity
waiting by the wishing well
where her dreams have turned to cobwebs
constant in the back of her mind
but as the seasons turned to years
her glassy eyes never looked so clear
even through all these tears
she’s got crows flying around her soul
that’s grown cold through the austerity
waiting by the wishing well
where her dreams have turned to cobwebs
constant in the back of her mind
but as the seasons turned to years
her glassy eyes never looked so clear
even through all these tears
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