Look for a coin, bright as hell
Look for my dead body
Look for me, at last, free
The well is deep, ancient, dark
The well is all that I've got
Counting worthless coins
And all the scars they caused
Throw your coin, speak your wish
Staying, blind to my pain
Beside the wishing well
But I won't find any peace at all
Unless someone wishes ME well
September 27, 2005
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