It Happened On a Misty Morning 1
"It Happened On A Misty Morning
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone" by Charles Messina
I could not share how I was blue
How could I share what I'm going through
But suddenly I saw the light
He cared for me with all his might
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