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[bodytext] => I saw her standing in the garden, a flower in Her hair She looked so very lovely, I could not leave her there I told her I am not from here and only passing through Just looking for a friendly face and have a drink or two Flowers growing on the trellis were reflected in her eyes Some blue and green, not often seen, except in July skies It may just be that you know her, I asked this kindly Lass She left here quite some years ago, how swiftly time does pass She told me they were quite good friends, those many years ago She told me of a handsome lad she said they used to know So why is it that you are here, in this town of Marinette You seem to be someone, that I would never soon forget Some say that she got married and some will say she passed away Some say she died from a broken heart, myself I can not say She said way back then she loved him, she gave this man her soul She would have given anything, it was her heart, He stole My father is the one requested that I stop and say hello When at first my Father told me, I never thought I'd go Now that you told me everything about her I'm glad Now I know just why I'm here, for my father was that Lad I thanked her for her kindness and kissed her hand farewell I'm not sure I'll be back this way, but one can never tell Please give your father all my best, was what she had to say But she whispered, "I still love him" as she slowly walked away [comments] => 3 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 2 [informant] => jsringo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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