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I still love her
There is a girl sweet and kind
I did glance her moving across the street
She stares at me as she passed
She waved not as she turned
And yet I still love her till I die
So fast she will never be caught at all.
I never spoke to the sweet and kind girl
I never saw her smile
I never saw her dry
Yet I love her like a fruit
If all girls were like her
I will drop dead.
Yes I remember
Love grows like tree
Uncredited (Citizen) · 1994
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 31 January 1994, p. 38. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation verified against the archived page.