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A GIRL
A girl
Neat waist
Trainers on feet
Just the type of girl
You would
Want to meet
You could tell
By her eyes
An inquisitive streak
A smile
That would melt
And men
Would fall weak
She ran
Down the road
Hair pinned up high
Swishing freely
I remember that girl
It was me
In a distant life,
Believe me
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