Tell her
That girl on that dainty stair,
With those flowing locks,
A mind as sharp as Switz clocks,
Tell her,
That girl with the marble eyes,
Filled with wonder and whys,
Tell her,
I'm leaving.
Tell her That girl on that dainty stair, With those flowing locks, A mind as sharp as Switz clocks, Tell her, That girl with the marble eyes, Filled with wonder and whys, Tell her, I'm leaving. |
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December 23, 2005
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