In the Spring of my life, she came to me.
She
You try to flip mad rhyme's
and your trying to make
Blue Autumn, falling leaves with red and gold.
Pretty colors, I
"Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy,
Of rocket ships and Mars;
Of sunny
And you see him by the railroad track each mornin
Telling
You knew I could not stay for long when you
I remember one day we had nothin to do
so we
Was a hot afternoon
The last day of June
And the sun
There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad
He'
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