She walks the path to the sacred spring
Her heart echoes the songs of lore
As the water flows, her voice, it brings
Tales of those who walked before
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'Tis the sound, the cry of the forlorn
Times of want, and love that's torn
Through the meadows, 'neath the willow's shade
Ghostly whispers of the young and the old
Hands once joined in dance now laid
In ground that's soaked with tears untold
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Oh the well, it weeps for the silenced song
For battles bled and rights gone wrong
Down the path, through the thistle high
Her steps a dance with the larks that fly
Faint the reel from the olden day
At the well, where the children play
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'Neath the sky, the well's sweet refrain
Washing clear the years of strain
Through the heather, 'cross the ancient stone
Where the history's deep and the sorrow's sown
She hears the chant of the mothers' prayers
For peace to grace their kin and heirs
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By the well, where hope is drawn
In a land that's torn, yet still marches on
With each step, she bears the weight
Of every soul who meets their fate
The well stands still amidst the change
Pouring life, though seasons range
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Where the water falls, and hearts recall
The embers of a fire that once burned tall