HER VOICE
Her voice
Was no longer a child's
How could it be?
Seventeen years had passed
Now it's a sultry message
On my answering machine
And I'm only a stranger
Who left her crying
By a white limousine
Holding a pink rose
Which was all we had left
Besides the memory
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