Since the very first glance
Could my mind be released
Disquietude in a inquirying stance:
“Who would that girl be?”
Shape, smell and emotion.
Attention caught by a moment so unique.
The question dwells in me, the question:
“Who would that girl be?”
Shining angel or devilish star?
Just too soon to define what have I seen.
My doubts echo silent and far.
“Who would that girl be?”
At hand as friend, distant as valentine.
No hidden intentions underneath.
The query was nothing but mine.
“Who would that girl be?”
The departure has arrived
The time is now for you to leave
The puzzle will never be answered.
“Who would that girl be?”
Shall my questions be cloistered, indeed,
by this new distance, throughout the sea.
The Sandland’s call which had you always dreamed.
One last time, for the sake of my sanity...
“Who would that girl be?”
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