"I'm not one to ever pray for mercy,
or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine;
but that day you know i left my money,
and i thought of you only/
all that copper glowing fine.
and i wonder what became of you.
what became of you."
or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine;
but that day you know i left my money,
and i thought of you only/
all that copper glowing fine.
and i wonder what became of you.
what became of you."
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