HAPPY 104th BIRTHDAY, MOMMA !
"Posie"
Rose, you bloomed so sweetly in the summertime.
All the sun's warm light and all the rain's bright gleam
But the morning had seen you cry;
The dewy tears you wept were shed for me.
You knew my heart would break
When you were gone.
All the sun's warm light and all the rain's bright gleam
Gathered there in you.
You were beauty; you were love;
You were a symbol of all good things.
You were bright in the afternoon, But the morning had seen you cry;
The dewy tears you wept were shed for me.
You knew my heart would break
When you were gone.
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