Her hair long
It is brown, not blonde
And body
Thin and tall
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Her skin was white
Round-faced, Almond-eyed
Not white of Europe but an Asian
We became friends
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Hey Kay Boyle can we kiss
Just one kiss off those lips
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You call us what you want
As fruits of same tree, we are same.
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Good morning
Many hills, many mounts and mountains of snow
All are white; are brides, but the ones…we both know
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