When we're old and gray,Would you still love me, just the same?
When tiny tots, run around,
In search of treasures to be found.
Would you still hold me close?
Just like a beautiful rose.
Would you still whisper sweet nothings in my ear?
Tell me words, I long to hear...
Would you be there for me , my sweet?
Even if I'm old and beat?
-originally written by jigs on March 21 1996-
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