I met her there
She crossed my path
It was a miracle
I loved her then
She mocked my tie
It was amazing
I dreamt she left
She ran away
It was frightening
I knew her aunt
She wore a wig
It was outrageous
I found her purse
She drank my wine
It was sparkling
I cried for hours
She danced in Mame
It was choreographed
I adored her shadow
She wept at bluebells
It was so humbling
I grew her artichokes
She knew a Lord
It was aristocatic
I need her still
She died of Aids
It was so tragic
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