I like it    I don't like it

This gravestone is peaceful and quiet

She pulls up a chair and sits right by it

The air around is gentle and warm

The rose colored wreath is tattered and torn


Tiny blades of grass are peeking through

Drawing life from sunshine and dew

remembering his eyes when she lied

Knowing she lives feeling she's died


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where have all the good time gone

where have all the good time gone

where have all the good time gone my child

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So every night after sunshine

You'll find her there alone in her shrine

Two forms appearing ghostly in rain

One red marble the other blue pain


where have all the good time gone

where have all the good time gone

where have all the good time gone my child

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