Perhaps one of these days she will love me.
She walks gracefully as a flower.
Leaves embed themselves in her hair.
She's beautiful and naïve.
Although I still love her.
She'll never be mine.
Perhaps one day
She will see
She loves
Me.

Perhaps one of these days she will love me.
She walks gracefully as a flower.
Leaves embed themselves in her hair.
She's beautiful and naïve.
Although I still love her.
She'll never be mine.
Perhaps one day
She will see
She loves
Me.
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