Calling of the Witches

Painted in the distance, there she is
so far that one can't even see her face
Longing for a lover, there she is
so blinded by some things that don't exist
Singing in the silence of the trees
congratulated by the falling of the leaves
and the long cold whistles of the wind
She doesn't know if she really wants his company
She doesn't know, but there she is
And when days are gray, just like this one
it gets so lonely she can't think of what to do
So among the ashes, there it is, the feeling that she tried to bury after all these years
And it gets late, past the hours of the calling of the witches
She'd like to know If she really needs someone to take her home
She doesn't know, but there she goes.

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