Met a Girl

I met a girl who was crazy and proud
Sometimes she glistened up in the clouds
She came to me and asked, "Who are you?"
I told her that I need her there too

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I met a girl who was vivid and kind
Not like the ones that I usually find
We watched a poem, she placed her head down
Onto my shoulder, she laid her crown

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I met a girl who was crazy and proud
Knew every bit of history 'round
I listened to her til the sun went down
End of the day, I wonder what found