1.Overture
She's faced the hardest times you could imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears
And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slonder shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hears till rings
in mid-night silence in her ears
Let her cry for she's a lady
Let her dream for she's a child
＊ Let the rain fall down upon her
She's a free and gentle flower growing wild ＊
Repeat ＊
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