The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Her hair is blonde and her eyes are blue
I met this girl from Hungary
She stole my heart when she came to me
Sweet in nature and sweet in taste
This is one opportunity I will not waste
And if you were me you'd love her too
Her hair is blonde and her eyes are blue


Bleached blonde hair but the eyes are real
She lit a spark so I could feel
The pain and sorrow I once did hold
Is now a story never told
Beautiful and elegant, kind and true
Her hair is blond and her eyes are blue

A future now I clearly see
With this girl from Hungary
I once thought I'd never love again
Or write this kind of poem
My likeness and fondness soon grew
Her hair is blonde and her eyes were blue


Early days along this path
But never have I had such a laugh
To be myself and talk so free
To this girl from Hungary
Together we'll see this through
Her hair is blonde and her eyes are blue



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