As the years rolled past and his hair turned gray,
He never was lonely again,
For often he caught that fragrance so sweet
And knew she was still close to him.
...
The Lord walked through His garden
Where He gently touched each flower.
And, as He walked, their perfume
Sent forth a fragrant shower.
...
A sweet young girl lay dying,
Her true love by her side,
She whispered his name so softly,
He wept, he could not stem the tide.
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