Little August Girl, Little August Girl,
Eyes are black and teeth are pearl,
Holds my hand for she cannot see,
The wonder of tall buildings or life's beauty
Little August Girl, Little August Girl,
With black braided hair that twirls
Struck by strong winds that scar the soul
Wishes she still owns the happiness someone stole
Little August Girl, Little August Girl,
Wears a plaid crimson dress
Falling, Falling into the darkness
Little August Girl, Little August Girl,
Don't you please let go of my hand,
Don't pick up the rose, that before you stands,
Its prickly thorns, I must admit,
Have scarred me too a bit.
Don't wander off, you might get lost,
Don't cross the fallen old bridge I once crossed
Just shut your eyes, and walk with me,
The Happy Places we'll go and see.



 
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