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From across the sea of green
With hair as bright as the midday sun.
I have, but few times seen,
The girl that lives across the run.
People say she’s gone round the bend
For she resides in a chess piece, the rook
When thoughts of her turns cheeks bright red
and butterflies my hath stomach took
Her hair is yellow as a fresh field of corn
Her eyes grey like a clouded over sky
But my heart is naught but forlorn
And though I have chances aplenty, I must let them slip me by.
When at Hogwarts, I reside
My heart, to hers, shall be beside.