The Old Rocking Chair
There's an old rocking chair
in the parlor
where I rock to the dreams
of long ago
dreaming of an old fashioned family
and the love of my old fashioned beaux
sometimes it seems
that I can hear them laughing
in the twilight while rocking to and fro
and the memories will always continue
in that old rocking chair
from long ago.
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