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Feb 9
In the bitter cold of winter
my sweetheart was taken
from me the first time In
twenty years I was now
facing winter

Left with the memory of
Helen and that she'd had
her last summer and the
summers together we do
no more

The anger that's held Inside
me for she was taken far to
soon In life and the plans we
had for retirement faded just
away to dreams
Helen and I never saw retirement together
our plans just faded to dreams
Johnny walker
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Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
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