Not long ago in my high school days,
I watched a girl from so far away,
But every time she passed me by,
I turned my head away and quietly sighed.
And when she walked by her hair would dance,
A secret tango that only I could understand,
And when she’d ask me for the time of day,
I’d look her in the eyes and quietly say.
From class to class, I followed her,
But I swore Id leave her undisturbed,
And if shed ever stopped and turned around,
Id get so nervous that Id stare at the ground.
And then one day in photography,
I found a contact print that I could not believe,
And there she was staring back at me.
So I took her home so quietly.
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