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Walking With Memories


Down by the river
Next to an old oak tree
There sits a girl
She looks a lot like me

She's sitting alone
I see she's crying this day
Now don't go to comfort her
I know she'll be ok

Her hands reach to a flower
Does he love her or not?
She's looking for the answer
In this, her secret spot

She seems unmoveable
Though the wind plays in her hair
Her eyes keep on searching
She knows he's out there somewhere

Down by the river
Next to an old oak tree
I left that girl crying
She is only a memory...

~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-28-03






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