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And then I saw her
Walking down the street
In the famous black dress
Eating her Danish
And drinking her coffee.

Wearing those huge sunglasses
Looking at jewellery
Window shopping at Tiffany’s
Hiding from her past men
Waiting for one man to take her away,

From the world she belongs to.

— The End —