The morning has come
To give back to some
The attic old flowers
From past summer showers
The things from past days
That gave us times to remember
The turning and lost ways
Like autumn in September
You and I so very close
Going for sure and more
Believe in loving giving a rose
Kindness is what life is for
Always to please early on
Nothing could stop our believe
Flowers so sweet in the sun
Ours to give hours to weave
Living our lives caring be gone
Ride on to years with love
Much of it lost still there is fun
Drifting like clouds far above
The morning has come
To give back to some
The attic old flowers
From past summer showers
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