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[ddrmissyfriend]

A girl with the sun of her youth
At her back
And the shadow of her womanhood
Before her on the shores
Is approaching with a delicate
Clip Clop Clack
Her sandals full of toes
That I suppose are headed home

Its early in the evening
And up and down the river
People begin to gather
Pearls of Laughter
On a strand
I thought solitude would save me
It was pious
It was grand
But the monk that walked beside me
Just let go of my hand