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I first met you in the Fall


I first met you in the fall

now when I see you in the hall

my face starts to blush 

and I become in a rush 

with your voice so smooth

I become soothed 

And with your hair just right

I become afritght 

that the secret will get out 

And i will want to shout 

 

 

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