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Paroles de CiarÁn's wellCIARÁN'S WELL
 Misty cold nights
 You’ll hear her sigh
 And sing bitter
 sweet lullabies
 
 For years she prayed
 The saints would cast
 a spell for the
 forest to let her go
 
 She sings…
 She dreams…
 She prays…
 
 She sings…
 she plays...
 she stays...
 
 Ahh Ahhhh
 Ahh Ahhhh
 
 The black old well
 Holds ancient tales
 And makes all wishes come true
 So throw your dream
 Into the dark
 And Blue will come for you
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