Misty cold nightsYou'll hear her sighAnd sing bitterSweet lullabiesFor years she prayedThe saints would castA spell for theForest to let her go, go, go, goooShe singsShe dreamsShe praysThe black old wellHolds ancient talesAnd makes all wishes come trueSo throw your dreamInto the darkAnd Blue will come for you, you, you, youuuShe singsShe dreamsShe praysShe singsShe playsShe stays
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