Clear eyed doll faced lover girl blue,
Taken down the darkened lanes where;
Few of us saw you and less adored you.
Of your less than apt outfit, we laughed into the night,
From your dull, faded balcony, we only knew a fright.
Then when the story was said of the damage we misread,
It was no longer you that sat alone.
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