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
HONEY
See the tree how big it's grown
But friend it hasn't
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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