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This girl will always... |
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I see her in the snow |
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Her breath, strong and slow |
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This girl will, never go |
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I see her walk alone |
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Sing softly to her toes |
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But this girl will, never go |
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Her face is beautiful, |
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when her tears are wiped with rain, |
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No hair to weave protection for her eyes |
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Those summer evenings |
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when the sidewalk chalk could draw her pain |
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This girl will always remain |
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I change each passing day |
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Words spoken, fade away |
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But this girl will always stay |
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Her face is beautiful, |
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when her tears are wiped with rain, |
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No hair to weave protection for her eyes |
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Those summer evenings |
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when the sidewalk chalk could draw her pain |
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This girl will always... remain |
