I once knew a girl,
With fiery red hair,
Beautiful blue eyes,
And the sweetest kiss.
Her dad didn't like me,
No matter what I tried,
So she was forced to leave.
She says she the thorn,
But I know that that's not true.
I thought about her,
A lot since she's left.
All I want,
Is to be happy with her again.
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