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Sunday night has come around get the bath out the yard Block of green carbolic mum scrubbed real hard Tidemarks off your neck and those spuds out of your ears She that hard we’d all be in tears Out of the bath go sit by your mum Paper on your knee you know what’s to...

Life is like a wave Ride it while you can Because like a wave It breaks and is gone Forever

I want to hold your hand Every day of my life Our fingers entwined Your hand in mine Touching you Until the day I die

I long for you I cry for you I dream of you My soul screams for you My heart aches for you My eyes search for you My lips yearn for you I live for you My life is you Just you

The year was 1872 When Florence Smith was born Her father working in the fields To gather in the corn And as she lay inside her crib She fretted and she cried Too young to know or comprehend Her mother sadly died Her father could not raise a child He knew she had to...

My life is empty Half of me missing Without you I’m not complete