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the girl in rags

Oh dear lord I need a clue
to make me know what turns me blue
I realy find it hard to resist
but what to do, I must insist

Was it a vision or just a dream?
or maybe a nightmare to make me scream?
oh no my shadow, is this a double cross,
because I know I aint a coin to toss.

I turned to my right and found none to share
and then to my left and found non who care
I then looked up in belive and hope
and Certainly knew that you are really there.

I am sure I saw him, he was my flame.
I got suspicious, he was'nt in fain
I asked my self, is this a game?
It should have been any but not my swain.

shhh...gone with the wind.
gone for ever with no return.
My eyes on his direction without a blink,
how horrible, how painful. I had to burn.

Poor girl in rags did'nt know how to think.
for sure she does, she needs a clue,
to make her know what turns her blue..

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