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I met a girl
Her eyes are brown
We laughed and we joked
We just clowned around

She has her problems
But don’t we all
“Afraid of happiness”
In fear of a fall

A pleasant nature
A lovely grin
She could melt a heart
Even if it were tin

Thoughtful and caring
A romantic at heart
When asked to describe her
You’d say “Where do I start?”

A girl for which
I must not fall
A time at which
I must stand tall

‘Tis to you Christine
I write this note
As maybe one day
There might just be hope

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