When I was a little boy,
I wonder how taste is joy,
My friend only toy.
The town so silent,
Like stand alone island,
I'm playing out hand.
Stranger roll to town,
I help them pack down,
And i saw doll of clown.
The doll belong to a girl,
Black shiny hair and curl,
white skin perfect like a pearl.
She have a red shoes,
and always red to choose,
the only one she like to use.
Now she always by my side,
We share a toy we share a ride,
at the wide field we fly the kite.
Red shoes girl bring happiness,
smile, joyous all about bless,
i can't forget the angelic face.
A promise for a paper crane,
but the evening comes with rain,
mama said stay and play with your paint.
Red shoes girl i s waiting,
standing next my window seeking,
are you still there standing?
After the rain,
i never saw her again,
and never be the same.
The white car is late,
mama said she's death...
I am feel so sad...
The rain sure makes her shiver,
before she fall into the river,
drowning and killed her liver.
I can't stop cry,
I want to pry my eye,
Because of me she die.
Her Mother hold me,
No one to blame you see,
Either no wanted it to be.
I lost friend that so dear,
I won't seek a cure...
another one just a fear.
I keep your red shoe,
Your favorite one to use,
and you always choose...
Now I'm play alone,
Ride alone,
Fly the kite alone,
But sometimes i saw you,
with your red shoe,
is that a clue?
Yearn never over,
So i send you a flower,
with your favorite red clover.
I know is hard,
Even we are apart,
But you always in my heart...
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