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GIVE ME MY DRESS AND COME WITH ME.

GIVE ME MY DRESS AND COME WITH ME.
Dear mum, give me the dress l love to wear.
I want to be the charm of all who're there.
I yearn the eyes to look only at me.
I am a girl, my mum; that is my glee.

My eyes have unique spell; no eyes can vie.
The other girls see me and feel so shy.
No wonder, mum, l want to be so fair.
I am a girl, and that to me is dear.

The young men in the town will come to dance.
I'll be a lovely sight for those who glance.
No one can see my eyes and go away.
I want the best of them with me to stay.

Don't worry, mum; l won't leave you alone.
You are the one who gave me what l own.
You'll always be inside my heart and home.
You are my start, and you are my end dream.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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