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An Old

Atticus of an old
When you past me sitting on the
On the porch, for thunder
And all of you came by a parade
Atticus, walking for
There is in the world you said
At seventeen, I was in 1st
I couldn't of anything to say
My have soldiers to pray for
And they their presents in the mail
And Atticus, I was just
I could pray for you and all friends
There was a cloud of him, fuller, something to come
And I got you bunches of
I you bunches of azalea
You say, "Look at the flowers, at the flowers"
And I thought I could keep all
And Atticus, I was so happy I said good-bye to you and your parade