April 7, 1934
October 23,1999
When the flowers are blooming so bright.
I'll think of the good times we had all day
And the magic we shared at night.
I'll think of you in the fall of the year
When the leaves are lying on the ground
And I'll remember all the times I kissed you
And how it hurts that your not still around.
I'll think of you in the winter
The hardest season of the year
Everything's cold and so lonesome
And that's just the way that I feel.
I'll think of you in the springtime
When the flowers start to bloom again
And my heart has healed and is ready
To maybe begin to live again.
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