if i wander down the street, what is it that i’ll see?

people who know who they are, but none of them are me

one day a girl whose smile shines bright is playing by the brook

but turning around you see her fall, and now she’s been mistook

no room for falls, just do it right so nothing mars the day

cause if it does, the pain jabs deep and imprints on your brain

donna marie

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