Some people just don't know how to be Kind. Age doesn't season them, time does not mellow Them. Try ...
MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN
. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"
Why does it hang around, dull grey cold and isolated, looks like becoming very cold, oh no here comes the snow.
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