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The Girl Sitting On a Fence

The cool wind whistles tonight,
the rosy moon and her light
dances amid the green trees, 
but my mind rebels and flees 
to the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face. 
 
An orange carp leaps on the air, 
swimming with oriental flair, 
the shinning pool respites again
and I wonder about the day when
I see the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face. 
 
The pages I flip back and forth,
the weather is fickle on the north,
the sun shines on the south, 
All I fancy is to kiss the mouth 
of the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face. 
 
I am awake and now it is lost,
may I dream again and host 
the green fields where I hide,
having always on my side
the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.

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