I think I need dry clothes!
Da plane mom, da plane!
If roses grow in Heaven Lord,
please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in Aunt Dorothy's arms
and tell her they're from me.
Tell her we love and miss her,
and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Remembering her is easy,
we do it every day.
But there's an ache within our hearts
that will never go away.
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