Misty cold nights You’ll hear her sigh And sing bitter Sweet lullabies
For years she prayed The saints would cast A spell for the Forest to let her go Go... Go... Go...
She sees… She dreams… She prays…
The black old well Holds ancient tales And makes all wishes come true So throw your dream Into the dark And Blue will come for you You... You... You...
She sees… She dreams… She prays…
She sees… she plays... she stays...
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