CXLVI

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Lying in bed that night,
I think of Adalie.
I think of her long, dark hair
I think of her laugh,
I think of her eyes.
I think I do still like her.
I do still want to be with her.
But she was out my league the first time around,
How could I get her back?
I had my chance
And I threw it out the window

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