Violets bloom in spring, they say; Girl, I knew no other way, I was shy and scared that day, Guess that's why you strayed away. Little girl in black, walk on, Depressed, like me-the colors gone; A smile, so soft, I'd grown so fond, A frown, so cold, like death had dawned. Little girl in black, you're healing A broken heart on my mauve ceiling, That reflects on you my sad feeling
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