I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
I fell into a pile of books,
Met a boy,
With eyes like a stormy sea,
A heart like the sun.
Sorry I don’t know,
If I am getting up again.
I am a girl from Burlington, Vermont.
And I will always be a New England girl,
Trips to Maine because I can’t survive the summer without seeing the ocean.
Family from Massachusetts,
And a dear love for Boston.
Am I doing this right?
Is there some rule book for college that my mom never made me read?
Was it lost in translation because I was never popular?
Or maybe because my parents had stricter rules?
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