Gusty strokes of wind
Bring thoughts to mind,
Things that might have been.
Whom do I mean?
Her name was Jean.
Sunshine through the storm
Takes me from one dream
To find I dream of
Another sea scene.
Thinking you loved me.
Your Roman face and
Dimpled eyes I see
On the beach we met.
Your name was Jeannette.
No ghost or shadow
Will make this less true;
Yes, she was the first
Back when I was new.
Whom do I mean?
Her name was Jean. 
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