The wind will blow and make you cold,
You will forget all you've been told,
And, Dear, you will find yourself growing old,
But I'll be there, trying to make you smile
Hunny, at times you will cry,
And your spirit will be broken, you'll want to die,
You'll keep asking why,
But I'll be there, trying to see your pretty smile
You will forget all you've been told,
And, Dear, you will find yourself growing old,
But I'll be there, trying to make you smile
Hunny, at times you will cry,
And your spirit will be broken, you'll want to die,
You'll keep asking why,
But I'll be there, trying to see your pretty smile
I'm a little rusty, so it's not very good.
Dedicated to my dear friends on Gaia.
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