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Your little girl
It doesn't want you at all
She walked away from you
Towards night.

She found herself
Another lover,
Not already,
How are you, bad.

Your little girl
You don't need it at all.
You're tearing your hair.
And she has someone very native.

In your soul, the unexpected,
It's like a flower,
She held tea rooms
Ceremonies from time immemorial.

And you were on them
The most important guest,
Until she left,
I didn't leave you blind ...