i sit there looking up the hill
bursting with fun i could tell
music blend with laughter
i could hear loud enough here
who is that long haired girl
belly dancing; awesome twirl
can't be her that lady back there
that i bump into; oh! no it's her
now i have that fear going home
maybe my eyes is playing with me
a miragic scenery, wishful thought
ah! that's a deep mental endeavor
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