A Missing Shoe

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She left me in the dust, she did.
And how that girl can run.
But also, oh, how she can dance,
And she shines like the sun.

There's just something about her
That I don't want to let go.
Things may not be perfect,
But my love for her will grow.

I'll try her shoe on all the girls
To find which one it will fit.
I know she is the girl for me.
No other girl is it.

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