well, Im a hopelessly romantic sort of person who is afraid to love again since I was deeply hurt when I once loved...
Two girls on the same road, travelling the same course,
One rode a donkey, the other rode a horse.
Oh there she is, the saddest girl,
Her eyes were stained like the biggest pearl.
If I got left behind by a train going home,
Then I'll just say goodbye to you in this poem.
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