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The forest stretched for miles in my mind An oil painting was hidden behind – The girls were on their way Forever, going away I already had a sad day There, it was the hay I missed a black long hair Everybody she often sat on the chair Her lips were smiling with me Talking to me the things will be – How could I forget her Since I have become a painter.
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