the same sun shone through the window glass
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the table was set with the good plates
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you came down in your new easter dress
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and he smiled when he said your name
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he called you kitten
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who knows if you were right or not
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and who cares if you lost or won
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you kneel down arranging the wreath you brought
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and your back is warmed by the same sun
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he called you kitten
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Kitten
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| Ass Ponys |
