| She was something very special to me
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| The kind of girl you’d like to see
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| In a movie or a rosary
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| She could be straight-laced or homespun
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| Or free and easy on the run
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| She could be meek and mild or full of fun
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| She liked country lanes and aeroplanes
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| And cigarettes would make her strange
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| And when she wanted you she made it plain
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| She would never say where she came from
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| It didn’t seem that she had anyone
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| To answer to or dwell upon
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| She liked candlelight and good wine
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| And I would call her any time
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| Of day or night she didn’t mind
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| The was nothing that I wouldn’t do
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| To prove to her my love was true
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| And she gave to me a dream or two
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| There were times when she would never appear
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| For days and then she’d disappear
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| But now the days have turned to years
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| I was something she could use
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| Like a good friend or a pair of shoes
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| Or any kind of good news
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| Now the eastern sky is crimson and red
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| As I lie here in my lonely bed
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| And think about the things she said
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| She said darling there will come a day
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| When I must run far away
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| I will go my love and you must stay
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| She departed in the early spring
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| She didn’t leave me anything
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| To follow or to find her
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| She was something very special to me
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| The kind of girl you’d like to see
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| In a movie or a rosary |