I met Christina one cold Wednesday, just a child with a grim expression
Though she's lightened up since then, her heavy scowl left an impression
She grew up and cut her hair, left behind her youthful purity
Embraced her carnal side and later faded into obscurity
I wish we could be young again,
I think about you now and then
Where are you now, Christina?
I met Anna in the fall, a girl with a death fascination
Hypochondriac at best, still she was my heart's temptation
Yet she had no eyes for me, only for her English teacher
So compelling was she, they made her story a double feature
Your smile made my head twirl,
I wish that you had been my girl
Where are you now, Anna?
And Danielle, she was my muse; a flower child and quite erratic
To exclaim she was my soul mate would not be overdramatic
With flowing hair, a healthy glow; her full lips were quite exotic
But she had another beau, one too clueless and neurotic
Now that your mystery's unfurled
Maybe we'll meet in other world
Where are you now, Danielle?
The say we romanticize the past
But that's how we make our memories last
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