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Weiser, Id

A small town on the border of the state/ A small town that I love to hate

Though I know I must love it/ For my calling in life was there within it/

My calling? You may ask/ A very fine young woman with a very sad past/

A girl that I knew was my Goddess/ A girl that was ever so modest/

I loved her smile, her laugh, her gaze, and stare/ Her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her hair/

Though we both moved/ And I lost her soothe/

I’ll always remember the place we first did together stand/ In a little town on the border of two lands.

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