Song Of Many Dreams
J
James McLain
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The snow is gone and spring has early passed,
and in my hand I hold a rose that lived.
Summer has it's own a promise made and
would we want our winter back again?
My love to her I gave as I turned back,
she looked me in the eye and tightly pressed.
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