I once knew a girl,

Who had,

Bright bright eyes,

Rich black hair,

And soil coloured skin.

I once knew a girl

Who would

Dance in the rains,

And then dry her hair,

Just outside my window.

This girl

Would sit at her window,

As I sat at mine

And hum and whistle,

And sob and sigh.

And this girl,

Cried all night,

And prayed all dawn,

Right outside my window.

I once knew this girl,

Who pined all summer

for the girl in the opposite window

A girl who didn’t seem to know she existed.

I once knew a girl

Who lived in the house beside mine

And our windows spoke to each other,

Though we never did.

And this girl,

I was told,

Wrote poems about a girl

She once knew.