i recall how fell out my wheelchair into that carrier
how you pick me up like an aupair , stroke my back
did you know you become favorite memory of this place
and why cant i seem to forget that beautiful , grace
you embrace with , isnt it romantic how all old people
settle by the retirement , at least i wore heaven sent
and i always been a old soul , waiting for the end goal
i remember how i wore falling for those eyes
i think those are Beautiful then the stars
which tells a lot because i am kinda attach
to them , because they are like an old friend
but you might top it with your beautiful lines
how you remind me of happiness and sunshine
how i admire you for your intelligence and genius
and that mind , soul and heart - must be made of art
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