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Just sitting back, it was summertime

Pack of cigarettes on my arm and a bottle of Boone's Farm wine

I couldn't believe that she was just standing there

I was lost in the darkness of her coal black raven hair

She was something that I tried to hold

That girl had touched me to my soul

She turned and told me she was heading on back to school

I couldn't blame her, but it still left me feeling like a fool

I remember it was August she showed up, left, and was gone

Called herself Flower, but I was thinking more like Daisy or Dawn