Trình Phát Âm Nhạc Udio Tốt Nhất

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