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Sarah,Sarah, (Why do you hide?)

Oh, feeble little Sarah
Where, oh where
Have you
Gone?

On the winds
Whipping through
Valleys low
Mountain peaks high
They whisper

Oh Sarah
How do you fare?
Sarah, oh Sarah
Where do you hide?
What ever does ail you?

On the winds
Whipping through
Valleys low
Mountain peaks high
And on they whisper-

Sarah, Little Sarah
Inside those blue
Deep blue eyes
We can see why you hide

Those reason you hide
You keep them inside
So now you lay
For not seeing things in a different way
Come out little Sarah
See exactly what it is you've missed

So whipping through
As the winds usually do
Through valleys low
And mountain peaks high
The winds
They whisper

Babies born
Towers fall
Ships sink
And people live

So Sarah, Sarah
Stuck inside
Wont you come out
There's no need to hide

And how those
Whipping winds
Sing

Oh how
Sarah laughs
And Sarah plays
It's a better life
When there's no need
To hide

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  • Symphony
    February 8

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    I suspected that this was going to be about child abuse HOWEVER i was pleasantly surprised not to see any direct refrences.

    The sections that went,

    "On the winds
    Whipping through
    Valleys low
    Mountain peaks high
    And on they whisper-"

    Were so FREE - like, oh I can't put words to what I'm thinking, but I could see the mountains and feel the wind [ok, there IS a breeze blowing on me as i type this :]

    HOwever my favourite part was,

    "Oh how
    Sarah laughs
    And Sarah plays
    It's a better life
    When there's no need
    To hide"

    it was so sad - i think it was supposed to sound good / hopeful, but to me, just rang out with sadness ...

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