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
She sings
She dreams
She prays
She sings
she plays...
she stays...
Ahh Ahhhh
Ahh Ahhhh
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
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