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One
was dark and one was blonde,
For their attention, I did long,
But they were just a fantasy,
It seems I didn't quite belong.
For
they had all their special friends,
And I would often just pretend,
That I was also one of them,
And we could be the best of friends.
But it
was never meant to be,
For they were them and I was me,
They chose to hang with cooler guys,
And I was just so much debris.
And
now I wonder where they are,
My love for them has left a scar,
And though I was a teenaged kid,
Oh, how I wished upon those stars.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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