The Little Hill
She sits and awaits
She awaits for her knight
The knight from fairytales
that everyone sought upon
She waits day and night
upon the little hill
The same hill her mother
read fairy tales on
She awaits upon the fragile hill
She waits for something special
But the most she’ll get?
She’ll only get despair
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