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Occasional mist sprays from the fountain Forgotten drops of past reminisces Recycled dreams hurdling over the mountain Scattering all of the angels kisses As water escapes like all those wishes i'm left standing there my eyes are closed thinking of could’ve beens and near misses Must’ve phrased the question wrong I suppose Why is it only the righteous man knows? thrown pennies work seldom except on Sunday Examples remind me everywhere I go Pride was always good at getting in the way should’ve told you I wanted you to stay Tried a time or two but my tongue twists Inaudible all those words I wanted to say when i said i loved you its what i meant Tell me why would this fountain exist if dreams are left buried between covers i throw my quarters with a splash and a splish a wish to reunite with each other