Riding down this path in autumn

I wonder if it is too hard to come

Back to this little forgotten town

And embrace this girl, so brown?

Who couldn't handle a long skirt

And always tripped down in dirt

A girl who knew nothin' but feels

Who ever needed trainin' wheels

Everyday, fallin' down on ground

But never let out a tear, no sound

Who refused to take any bandage

So ashamed of falling at such age

Rubbing her clothes oh so quietly

She always got up, smiling lightly

Who so needed your help to ride

In hide 'n' seek, she loved to hide

For she loved being found by you

Adorin' little things, needs so few

Will you return to find her again?

'Cause this dirt gets greasy in rain

And it gets slippery, the cold seat

As she gets lost in raindrops' beat

Still waitin' dumbly for a miracle

For she never learned to ride a...

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Bicycle