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Choir Girl
Ribbons of white silk
She had in her hair
A fitting mark for those of her ilk
But only her I would always stare
In the chancel as she sang
Or in the school hall
Where I felt a sweet tang
Form with my mouth's drawl
Her voice...
She had in her hair
A fitting mark for those of her ilk
But only her I would always stare
In the chancel as she sang
Or in the school hall
Where I felt a sweet tang
Form with my mouth's drawl
Her voice...
