Torn cloth and a penny or two
Added upon her name
Dripping of river water
As though it's all a game
Singing in the nightime
A silvery moon in her eyes
And she doesn't notice the cold anymore
She's covered it up with sighs
And the wolf walks past her body
Alive yet painfully small
And he howls a bit and walks away
Down to the sacred fall
Where, is she could only reach it
She'd touch the golden waves
Feel the glass beneath her feet
Smooth, so evenly paved
And if she could spare a penny
She'd throw it in the well
And wish for a piece of heaven
Though only time will tell
And she'll let all the people watch her
As she glows in her gossamer gown
And God lifts her spirit up gently
So high above the town
And she'll laughed as the wind blows softly
And she'll smile as the rainbows bow
But tonight she sits in the shadows
And she sleeps in silence now...
With torn cloth and a penny or two
Added upon her name
Dripping of river water
As though it's all a game
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