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The girl he loves
The girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kiss by the summers delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves abandoned.
The girl who loves I can never be.
Because he's allergic to violets.
And violets are too much like me.
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The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kiss by the summers delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves abandoned.
The girl who loves I can never be.
Because he's allergic to violets.
And violets are too much like me.
© All Rights Reserved
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