I thought of her fondly
In the dim light of morn
I pictured us meeting
On a day, fair and warm
She arrived in the blue dress
That she used to wear
It compliments well
The rich tone of her hair
From behind big sunglasses
She beamed a kind smile
We talked as we walked
And we walked for a while
She held my arm tightly
And stayed close to me
And the day was as perfect
As one day could be
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