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She said her name was common
Unremarkable and forgetable The name of one and a 1,000 more I try to guess it inside my head Letters rearrange and stand abreast Present themselves, bow and wink Her name may well be Helen The girl I'd launch my 1,000 longings for Each burning the topless towers of her suitors It could be Estella, my star So as Pirrip was alone among the gravestones I spend my days begging the heavens to lower Perhaps her name is Anna Breaking horse's back and musket to chest To end the pain of a love forbidden Her name is offered and presented My ears drink it greedily Taking each letter down for memory How could this name be common When attached to her face and heart This unforgettable, wholy remarkable Timeless, endless beauty before me.
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