The Girl in the Field
She sat with flowers in her tangled hair
Picking petals and leaves from the ground
She is so pretty all I do is stare
It is cold outside and she smells the air
The clouds circle her small eyes round and round
She sat with flowers in her tangled hair
Her skin was shiny porcelain and fair
Her eyes and hair were all browned
She is so pretty all I do is stare
She closes her palms and says a prayer
Looking into the field and the background
She sat with flowers in her tangled hair
She saw across the way was a hurt hare
It was so hard for me not to come around
She is so pretty all I do is stare
I saw her smile at the sky which was rare
I was realized just then she had me spellbound
She sat with flowers in her tangled hair
She is so pretty all I do is stare
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