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Sep 2014
There is a girl
that lives on my street
she has blonde hair n' blue eyes
she beams sunshine as she greets..
all the strangers that she meets
n'
She keeps secrets to herself
about all the darkness she's ever felt
This girl's been hurt too many times
and, so she's learned to run n' hide
from those who dare to get to know
all the sweetness inside her soul...
Oh, and she's so beautiful when she's alone
keeping her quiet passage  hidden, and unknown
You caught a glimpse of her dance..
passing her window just by chance...
n' you heard her sing a song...
where you thought angels could belong
with this girl that lives on your street
who beams sunshine to all she meets
but, then carefully retreats
n' you wonder to yourself
what exactly it would take
to show her how you could make
a world for her where she felt safe.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes
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TigerEyes  I live in my imagination
(I live in my imagination)   
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   ---, Terry O'Leary, ryn and Rupal
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