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Well of Fortune

I’ve tossed for it and saved coins to throw in the well of fortune
In the naïve belief of this fairytale to come true if I tell it enough often
But the drama, the saga, the hope and belief they all have to face reality
And only see the day after tomorrow if they find a crack in a hard brutality
Of life of today as it is sold as, where there’s a hard step every step to beat
On the way on the road to find the rose growing in the red concrete
I bet the well of fortune probably and fortunately is doing pretty well
at least it will 'cause I'd pay it a fortune just to tell me a fairytale that ends well...

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