Who is she
The one with dark hair
Wild
Crazed
The one that laughs without care
Who could it be
She seems so gentle
Loving
Free
Though there's pain in her eyes
Just look closely
Who can she be
She dances lightly
In the breeze
Her movements graceful
Effortless
Rhythmic
Besides the sea
You'll notice her ankle shake
She hides an injury
Who is she
Easy to smile
Contagious
Brave
Yet there's uncertainty
Who is she
The dark-haired lady of my dreams
The one that has gotten away from me
I figured it out
That she
That she is me
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Adrien Malicdem
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