A maiden in the sunglasses
Often meet I at the town square,
In the city centre
Going across,
Hurrying fast,
The maiden in the sunglasses
Golden-rimmed
And smiling,
A maiden smart and beautiful
And cute,
Smiling and going,
Coming and going
With a smile
About whom have I asked many
A man,
But they have failed,
Failed o to answer,
Who the woman is
In the goggles?
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