It was beauty, a beauty to see her,
A girl so budding and teenaged
And so beautiful,
So beautifully lean and thin,
Smiling and simple,
So innocent and ignorant
Of stepping on the ways of life,
You express your liking for her,
Your infatuation and flair for,
Love her, but after loving her,
Leave her not,
Love, love her, but leave you not.
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