DANCES WE'VE NEVER HAD

7-29-1995


A rose upon your tombstone, dear,
A cross, planted in the grass.
Underneath a shady tree,
But the shadow shall never pass.

Our life was full of happiness,
But happiness turned to pain.
Nightmares of the happiness lost,
And crying, in the rain.

The memories are of sorrow,
And the memories are of sad.
In memory, the music plays on,
To dances we've never had.



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