In the Spring of my life, she came to me.
She
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
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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