Who was this girl
In her white night gown
Clutching a pair of jeans
On a foggy redwood deck.
She looks up at me tender,
Calm, surprised,
What will we remember
Bodied thick with food and lovers
After twenty years.
Who was this girl
In her white night gown
Clutching a pair of jeans
On a foggy redwood deck.
She looks up at me tender,
Calm, surprised,
What will we remember
Bodied thick with food and lovers
After twenty years.
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