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Isabella Wickenheiser

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    I saw your sandy hair,
    And your bright blue eyes,
    Between us there is an empty tear,
    You don’t look for girls you look for guys,
    Your flightless depart,
    Tears me apart,
    You fiddle,
    You diddle,

    You might not be a jock,
    But your love do us apart,
    Yet you see me as a sock,
    I’ll aways look at you with my heart.