Polly left on Christmas Eve I will know as long as I live that it was all You had in mind She was turning twenty-eight and I always thought as to lay to tell you
I never cried There was so many ways to hide
In the hours of wasted I Will be more then it takes To you There's a different time and place How we use to sit on the fence and wait for her
Like a game Falling you but never said
Very little time that she's had was easy
On that day There was so many ways to hide
In the hours of wasted I Will be more then it takes To you.
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