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I KNEW SHE WAS.
I KNEW SHE WAS.
I remember that old, lovely house,
where l met her first, long time ago.
She has left her impact on my heart
and is locked in my subconscius well.
Once, l was in such a gloomy mood.
I recalled that girl that's left a stamp
on my heart that yearned to see that face,
which l could remember with that place.
There, l saw a woman with white hair.
She had that familiar face l'd seen.
Palpitating fast , my heart urged me
to inquire if she was that lass.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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I remember that old, lovely house,
where l met her first, long time ago.
She has left her impact on my heart
and is locked in my subconscius well.
Once, l was in such a gloomy mood.
I recalled that girl that's left a stamp
on my heart that yearned to see that face,
which l could remember with that place.
There, l saw a woman with white hair.
She had that familiar face l'd seen.
Palpitating fast , my heart urged me
to inquire if she was that lass.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
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