Who is she and where? His Clementine whispering in his ear. Anytime there's no one near. Who picks flowers for herself, lighting candles for the night. He turns to see her pretty face. Either she is quick to react or, in reality, has no place.
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Who is she and where? His Clementine whispering in his ear. Anytime there's no one near. Who picks flowers for herself, lighting candles for the night. He turns to see her pretty face. Either she is quick to react or, in reality, has no place.