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| Here before me I see a room |
| Now filled with a lonely doom |
| There is a sadness in this place |
| Where now in solitude stands a vase |
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| In this vase once stood flowers |
| Brought to us by sweet May showers |
| Gathered from the field nearby |
| Which stands under the starry skies |
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| The beautiful twilight and the moon in full |
| When the cooling soft breezes lull |
| Is when all the children would play |
| After a hot and bright summer's day |
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| Bringing flowers home to Ma |
| Watching her eyes gaze in ah |
| As she arranged them in her vase |
| And put it in her favorite place |
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| We were sad when having to go |
| But life moves on as we know |
| But my most precious memories will always be |
| Of our special room and my family |
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