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Among the roses and ice cream cones

All the birds are singing love songs

The smells in the air is like perfume

We are in love and in the groove

Time can be a challenge

And no friend of our

Change does not seem to come by the minute

But whether by the hour

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 Those soft brown eyes that once greeted me

Has changed to a gray like breast

Because change is not always for the better

Our relationship changed there is no longer a feast

The storm has come to attack our love

Our Garden of Eden has developed weeds

Its maintainer is gone home

And the winds of change has weather our farm

No more tender talks

No more loving gifts

The hard work is now at hand

It is our desires we must keep on one accord

We must look toward heaven in both directions

As we face an unknown future as one