A Vision of Eleanore

Turning her back to the banks of the river
The water it rushes but she doesn't shiver
Setting her sights on becoming a fable
I'd give her my life if I thought I was able

Now she is drowning inside of the memory
With indian summers
And gardens of cherries



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Bergstrom
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