A soulful being in an empty shell.
Once thought it was a wishing well.
The dashed world then crushed her on the rocks.
In tales she sang to the sea.
In ribbons of water she swam and she sang.
A chorus of whales sing their hallowed song in vibrations.
As they danced with her at the waters edge.
Joining her in her tragic lament.
Where nobody hears because nobody wants to.
Thus is the way of the uncaring world.
There in the world where Old Nick took control.
And Saint Nick.
Well ,he just lived in a childhood dream!
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