| The Little Girl
High upon a mountain lay a little girl and her stray the wind was gushing through her hair the smell of flowers every where Wishing there wouldn't be a night but that's alright it surely came now her dreams are washed away | Rumors
I heard what you said today you never thought it would come my way you play these games of hide and seek that's why I always think your meek You can't run and you can't hide One day you will see When the next rumor isn't about me. |
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