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Little Wendy
Sttin' here by the river
In a field of stone
Under these oaks
Like Gracie
I guess we're all here alone
Hey Little Wendy, where have you gone
They say good and evil is what you hold
I think they misunderstood
As they chipped away at your soul
Your bowls were never empty
They just couldn't see
You were here to remind us
To watch over our heart and give unselfishly
The garden is empty, the birds have lost their will to fly
Without you, somehow life has passed us by
Nothing to catch the tears when the angels cry
Hey Little Wendy, where have you gone
They say good and evil is what you hold
I think they misunderstood
As they chipped away at your soul
Your bowls were never empty
They just couldn't see
You were here to remind us
To watch over our heart and give unselfishly
They just couldn't see
You were here to remind us
To watch over our heart and give unselfishly
In a field of stone
Under these oaks
Like Gracie
I guess we're all here alone
Hey Little Wendy, where have you gone
They say good and evil is what you hold
I think they misunderstood
As they chipped away at your soul
Your bowls were never empty
They just couldn't see
You were here to remind us
To watch over our heart and give unselfishly
The garden is empty, the birds have lost their will to fly
Without you, somehow life has passed us by
Nothing to catch the tears when the angels cry
Hey Little Wendy, where have you gone
They say good and evil is what you hold
I think they misunderstood
As they chipped away at your soul
Your bowls were never empty
They just couldn't see
You were here to remind us
To watch over our heart and give unselfishly
They just couldn't see
You were here to remind us
To watch over our heart and give unselfishly
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