Summer so simply seems to be
The perfect time for you and me
To go out and play everyday;
Listen to what Lord has to say.
Spring is when flowers start to bloom
And love seeing some in every room
On table beside your mother's bed
Who you know will soon be dead.
I will always love to here her laughter,
But now she is nestled in the hereafter;
Still remember her sitting in the shade;
To God about me she always prayed.
He's so handsome and do take care of;
God provide him with all of your love;
Before he's in heaven and also there,
Free him from all sins and deep despair.
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