I first heard the song
and pictured Sarah.
Sarah, who I barely knew,
who probably doesn’t
remember me.
Sarah did have a pretty smile,
and, in a way,
my destiny was tied to hers.
I don’t know what Sarah’s
doing these days,
smiling at these days,
but I don’t think either of us
cares.
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