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An Old

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