A fool on the hill stares at me
I'm getting there, now I see
Another mirror of myself and me
She's just looking for the key
for a door in the middle of a field
She loves you
Her sight is coming short indeed
Would you be with such a treat
another educated, cultured weed
The truth
slowly crawling down her cheeks
Burning remnants of her peaks
A perfect image in a wrinkled sea
She's just a color blinded freak
black and white fantasy
is she for real
She loves you
Her sight is coming short indeed
Would you be with such a treat
another educated, cultured weed
A sparkle bursting in her eyes
Epiphany is there to rise
She'll never make it twice
She glimpses figure on a hill inside
She loves you
Her sight is coming short indeed
Would you be with such a treat
another educated, cultured weed
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