She wore a silver ring on her finger
The stone blacker than the night
She stared into it each evening
Searching for her knight
Her wishes were made on stars
But her hope was built on sand
She wanted a handsome face
When she needed a helping hand
She wore a dress made of gold
It was so bright it outshone the sun
But if she'd asked the tailor's advice
She might have found the one
Her wishes were made on stars
But her hope was built on sand
She wanted a handsome face
When she needed a helping hand
Now she dances with the ghost
Of her hopes and dreams long gone
And the only ones that remember her
Are the ones who sing this song
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