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Jan 2017
She lived right across the street
I imagined it was fate for us to meet

She sat next to me in class
another one I had to pass

She was in the distant corner of a playground
I thought it was treasure, what I had found.

She walked around in the same halls
as it turned out I never took her calls

She was in the same place
but I figured she was lacking grace

This girl lives close to my home town
I'd never want to see her frown
because of me.
Ahh, the girls I've seen
I wouldn't want it any different as what it all has been.
what would change if people lived closer
I'm done with thinking like that
for now.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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