To meet her is to make yourself anew
to be changed at the core of your being.
Her every word caused love to ensue
and you discovered a new way of seeing.
Not in your life did you know her kind—
she held you, healed you when you’d cry.
Oh how it wounds, unwinds one’s mind
to say to sweet Brandy . . .Goodbye.
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