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A girl can' be brown

A girl can be brown
A girl can be red
A girl may be blonde
But never has to be dead. The breeze is faint wavy

Confronted with the mountain
When you're dead.
Now you look at the valley
With dewdrops

's eyes and mouth of melancholy. That evening I


lampposts shook and trembled And also the road while you
morivi
The eucalyptus
stirred
Nervously
branches.
your last sunset
Wrapped in dark light
You went to the streets

silver bronze and copper

In silence

of chastity and flowers. A girl can be brown

A girl can be red A girl may be blonde

But never should have died