I saw a girl on the train tonight.
She had a pretty, buoyant, intelligent face and short blonde hair.
She had on an eskimo coat, a flowery skirt, yellow stockings and black leather boots.
She didn't say a word and she got off a few stations before me.
I wish that I knew her.
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Boy, don't I know the feeling. I had a very similar incident occur around me, sitting in the van on the back end of the same block as the Noise Bar. Same kind of entrancing girl, walked into my life from one end of the block and disappeared out of it in much the same way. Guitar and all, too, much's the pity.
Where do these people live?
I'd like to go there sometime.
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