Mystery Girl
Marie Charlotte in the back of the Beetle, sleeping
Young lovers, engaged on the road with their destiny
Suddenly through the fog… a cliff… a scream…dreadfully
Two lovers resting in the Klein Karoo, not breathing
Easter Weekend, come every year, or so people say
Riding next to the road with her thumb on Good Friday
You might pick up the young mystery girl from Uniondale
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