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When I noticed her the first time
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I was outside running barefoot in the rain
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She lived in the house next door
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Her nose was pressed against the window pane
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When I looked at her she smiled
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And showed a place where two teeth used to be
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And I heard her ask her mom if she
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Could come outside and play with me
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Soon the day's of sand and shovels
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Gave way to the mysteries of life
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Then I noticed she was changing and I
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Looked at her through different eyes
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We became as one and knew a love
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Without beginning or an end
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And everyday I lived with her
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Was like a new day dawning once again
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And I've loved her since every doll was Shirley Temple
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Soda pop was still a nickel
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Jam was on her fingertips
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Milk was circled on her lips
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After many years our live grew
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Silent and at night I heard her cry
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And when she left me in the fall I knew
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That it would be our last goodbye
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I was man enough to give her
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Everything she needed for a while
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And searching for a perfect love
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I found that I could not give her a child
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Now she lives a quiet life
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And is the mother of a little girl
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Every time I pass her house
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My thoughts go back into another world
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Because I see her little girl
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Her nose is pressed against the window pane
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She thinks I'm a lonely man
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Who wants to come inside out of the rain
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And I've loved her since every doll was shirley Temple
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Soda pop was still a nickel
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Jam was on her fingertips
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Milk was circled on her lips
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The Days Of Sand And Shovels
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| Bobby Vinton |
