I saw you first, one summer day
When clouds were scarce, and all was gay
I’d never seen anything so fine
I knew at once that you were mine
With me you were, through joy and pain
What a pair we made, as we danced in the rain
I never thought I would be gray
Till cruel fate took you away
And now that you are gone, I’m oh so hollow
I fear your memory will swiftly follow
And so this ode I write to you,
My beautiful, beautiful…….. beautiful shoe.
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