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Oh, Diane

By Wil C. Fry, 1990.06.18

(Copyright © 1990 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)

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The freshness of the spring
the dew on the grass
Please smile for me
it’s all I can ask

The sun beams give you warmth
You give that warmth to me
Let’s frolic here together
beneath the green, shady tree

The thick, plush green grass
the clouds in the sky
It just might rain,
But, please, don’t cry

The rain, it may be too cold
But together, we’ll stay dry
As I cover you from the rain
Let’s not say good-bye

The hard, cold rocks,
they try to break your skin
But hold tight my hand,
I know we can win

The ground, it may be too hard
But I will break your fall
If you land on me
I really won’t care at all



(Written to, obviously, Diane R.)




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