A white petunia on her shirt,
Two more on her skirt,
Driving through the city, walking by the church
There are places to be and teachers to meet.
It’s night again, where are the tropical birds again,
Fat with rain.
Air-dried hair,
It’s night again,
I saw her last night,
And she’s here again.
Here again
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