I heard of a well in the heart
of the city
my hopes and dreams were large
but my resources
itty bitty
I had to leave with a watch
a razor blade and some string
but I was young
and I said I can do anything
Should I tell you
of the wise old ones
the journey by boat
the swamp oh well I know
you could guess it all by rote
and what a sad state
after all those years passed by
I got to the well
you already guessed it
dry
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