#nowplaying - wildflower
the new birth
and many times her eyes fought back the tears
and when her youthful world was about to fall in
each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears
and a sorrow no one hears
still rings in midnight silence, in her ears
let her cry, for she's a lady
let her dream, she's a child
let the rain fall down upon her
she's a free and gentle flower growing wild...
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