That Girl

It was a great day, it was a bad day,
Vivaciously living her live,
She had no idea the importance of the day.
The one day she'd meet,
That person so sweet,
To her would be known as me.

I always was kind to her, every day,
She smiled at me then met my eyes,
Oh those beautiful eyes of beauty I'd never seen,
The one day I'd meet,
That woman so sweet,
To her would be known as me.

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