A girl with the red sweater
Wandering in town reminiscing old place
Neglecting the cold weather
Searching for that familiar face
Three years ago when they crossed path
In a little cafe full of coffee fan
He played a song called “The aftermath”
And she swore she just found her man
Maybe it was just her wishful thinking
But she believed in his promise of another day
And today at that old cafe she found him kneeling
With a hopeful smile,
“Will you marry me?” he say
Tata
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