Dear Bobbie, do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do, I remember pleated skirts, black and white sattle shoes. Do you remember dancing that night? I do, I still think of you when we dance, although we cant jitterbug as we did then.
Do you remember when how long has it been? 1945 you opened my blue eyes. To see a whole new life.
Do you remember when I told you this that night, that if you're by my side when everyday begins I'll fall for you again. I made a promise when I told you this that night.
I'll be fine 'Cause When I die, then I die loving you.
Do you remember the times we would give up on each other and get back together, then we finally was married in 1949. We drove the yellow convertible all night long. Do you remember? I do.
Life has led us here together all these years. This house that we have made. Holds twenty-thousand days and memories we've saved. Since life has lead us here.
I'm coming home to you, stepping off my shoes, resting in my chair, see you standing there. The silver in your hair I'm coming home to you. When I lay tonight, when I close my eyes. I know the sun will rise. Here or in next life. As long as you're still mine, then its alright.
You have gray hair now, but you're a beatiful women and the years have been good to both of us. We walk slow now, but we still have each other. The glue od love is still bonding us together. Love is what I remember. Do you remember?
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Some are just...lucky.In the novels, in the old books and in the old fairy tales.And for us, the damned ones, poor human scum, misery and tears.You better learn to leaf of your own tears.Is the best(or the not-so-bad)way to make the things easier.At all, pain is not so bad...
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