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This poem is about a girl that left me for another man. |
I remember once When I was young My first love, a young girl With tight brown curls We played in the light misty rain All day until the redish sun turned the sky black Then she was swept away by the black hair man My brown hair angel to return when the sun rose again The sun rose and we played We giggled and laughed Until the black hair man Took my brown hair angel away again I woke up early to watch her come When the sun rose My brown hair angel was not there She had gone she had left I thought It was all over in that second Then I saw her with the black hair man My brown hair angel was happy again It may not be with me It may be with him But my brown hair angel is happy again |