"Well"
I harbor no illusions,
Of a happy ever after.
Nor do I any longer,
Dream of days filled with laughter.
I have been shown,
The stark reality.
That in the end you are left,
With only what you see.
Maybe you have fallen victim,
To the stories they tell.
About how hopes come true,
With pennies and a well.
Well you hang on to your wishes.
Go ahead,
Hang on to all of those things.
And I won't talk about the hurt and sorrow,
That all of that brings.
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03 07 08
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