little girl
with an ice cream cone
a beige phone
she's not home
she's gone
chasing bomb pops
playing hopscotch
hot pants and short tops
I'll take you there
to a fortress, a bastille
her house uphill
you may hear her still
playing at home
sitting on the knee
of her dear Emily
near the Mimosa tree
Illusion! she's slipped away
in her yellow car
so near but so far
forever gone, au revoir

 

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