The Wishing Well
When first I saw you, I saw beauty
And I blinded my eyes, for fear that I should weep
When first I heard you, I heard sweetness
And I turned away, for fear of my weakness
I blinded my eyes, my face I turned away
I hardened my heart for fear of my ruin
Words & music: Connie Dover
1 comment:
Miedo a encontrar al otro demasiado perfecto no? pss, es raro que pase eso la verdad :P
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