A small town is like a little school
Where the great arguments begin
The first separations and betrayals
The making and unmaking of friends
But when I heard you'd passed
I remembered feeling meeting you
You were not from here
Your huge golden hair an aura
Around your Persephone face
I mean the way beauty can shock
And wake you up
Something beyond knowledge
Happened between us and now
In your passing still does
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