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A girl I met, once took my heart,

And it pricks me like a dart.

She left with my prized possession,

And I couldn't give in to concession.

She talked about the wind in wonder,

And as I saw her walk past yonder,

I couldn't help but wonder,

Whether she'd return from her wander,

And take my breath away in candour.

I still haven't given in to concession,

That she still has my prized possession,

As it still punctures me like a dart,

Because a girl I met once, took my heart.


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