Various Artists Follow

Lydia Purple lived in a steeple
Tall by nature, coloured by people
Lydia Purple was taken for granted
By people that knew her, whose views were all slanted

Writing sonnets daily, drinking apple tea
Lydia pretending she is free

Living there lonely, a view from her window
She keeps to herself and peeks through the keyhole
At the end of her first year, her walls were all painted
She wrote to her lover who never existed

Writing sonnets daily, drinking apple tea
Lydia pretending she's free

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Singing softly she tends her tower
Sweep the dirt, hide the hurt
She sings

(Inst.)

By the close of her third year she talked to her mirror
Her questions were clever, her answers much clearer

Lydia Purple lived in a steeple
Tall by nature, coloured by people