Her face was beautiful like the moon and the earth is,
Her eyes were magnificent,
And her lips made me feen like toys on the park ground,
That’s what her face was and is and does to me.
Friendships that are true last for long, long time,
But what doesn’t last a long time is the face of the angry, 
And the not so peaceful face, but her face isn’t even like that;
Her face much, way much more than anything we would have recognized,
Her face is the bean that shines in the dark hallway of our ...