Stand atop the wishing well in the dark of the night.
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Passing the time. Not a star in sight.
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Not even one. Not one to make an empty wish on.
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Cross my heart and hope to die. If I break apart with this lie.
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The time keeps on passing but you remain the same.
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And your love still remains.
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I make a wish on a prayer as a tear falls down the well.
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I never hear the fall. It's as if the wish was too tall.
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I make a wish on a prayer. Hoping you're still there.
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Don't give up on me now. Don't give up on my yet.
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Hindsight is always such a sight.
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Inpredicting the weather and how things ought to be.
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Send your rain and relieve me from this tongue twisted pain.
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I make a wish on a prayer as a tear falls down the well.
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I never hear the fall. It's as if the wish was too tall.
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Crumbling I drop a rock
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and hear the echoes of the screams as it hits the bottom.
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At the bottom I find my heart.
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I believed when they moved their lips. I didn't take my eyes off theirs.
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All the right words and all the right convincing.
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I closed my eyes and jumped in, spinning.
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Prologue to the foreclosure of a heart.
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I see you at the top of the well with open arms and a smile.
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At the top of the well.
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You're wishing me well.
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Wishing Well
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
