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Saw you twirling in the sun, a pretty sight,
I held my ground behind the fence so tight.
Your dress was spinning like a blooming flower,
But I was rooted there and had no power.
I traced your name in air with just my fingers,
But the wind erased it, no trace lingers.
I stayed behind the line I couldn't cross,
And every ounce of courage was a loss.
Your graceful figure dances on the field,
The wind is making petals bow and yield.
I call this view a secret little treasure,
Even though it stings beyond all measure.
Your graceful figure dances on the field,
The wind is making petals bow and yield.
And I thank the fence for holding me so still,
While you're the sun I can admire at will.
I traced your name in air with just my fingers,
But the wind erased it, no trace lingers.
I stayed behind the line I couldn't cross,
And every ounce of courage was a loss.
Your graceful figure dances on the field,
The wind is making petals bow and yield.
I call this view a secret little treasure,
Even though it stings beyond all measure.
Your graceful figure dances on the field,
The wind is making petals bow and yield.
And I thank the fence for holding me so still,
While you're the sun I can admire at will.
