jaco16syd
Cadet
Vaughn
It was a fuzzy blur in her mind,
That terribly lonesome night,
When her father had not been kind,
And in tears she lost her sight.
So she ran to her gardian angel,
To whom she could not lie,
With whom she could just dangle,
Vaughn was her favorite guy.
He'd sit and chat with her,
Or just open up and listen,
If she was sad he'd hold her,
Until the morning glistened.
So she wished to be able to stay,
At his side in the open aray,
So she hoped would come the day,
Never from his side she would be away.
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It was a fuzzy blur in her mind,
That terribly lonesome night,
When her father had not been kind,
And in tears she lost her sight.
So she ran to her gardian angel,
To whom she could not lie,
With whom she could just dangle,
Vaughn was her favorite guy.
He'd sit and chat with her,
Or just open up and listen,
If she was sad he'd hold her,
Until the morning glistened.
So she wished to be able to stay,
At his side in the open aray,
So she hoped would come the day,
Never from his side she would be away.
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