About this girl I remember
She was the apple of my eye
From January to December
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year
Turned into decades
I've spent so near
To a girl I've never uttered a word
I know this situation seems absurd
But she was intimidating
Beautiful too
And I was afraid
This much is true
I thought I had
All the time in the world
To muster up the courage
To speak to this girl
But now I'm leaving
Gone on my way
But the girl of my dreams
She will forever stay
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