That girl with the pretty, dark hair,
She is once again before me,
I see her through the sun's glare,
She really is a sight to see.
When she speaks,
All my attention is directed towards her,
When she weeps,
All of my heart cries with her.
When she looks at me with those eyes,
I feel frozen in place,
Then with a delightful surprise,
A smile forms on her face.
This girl's beauty is beyond compare,
None the likes I've seen before,
This girl with the pretty, dark hair,
Is my sunshine on the sea shore.
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