My eyes were once strong and I could see

But it now has no longer to be

 I suppose what has to be, has to be.

So now every memory is so precious to me

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Tell me is the sky still so nice and blue

Do the clouds have a silver lining too?

Does the sun still shine so bright?

Does it make everything look right?

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Do the flowers still have that pretty look?

That I now read about in a different kind of book

Do the streams still run so crystal clear?

Though I can’t see them I still hear

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Is the snow still soft and white?

Do icicles still glisten in the light?

Does the moon and stars still shine so bright?

On a cold and frosty night

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Do you still have that sparkle in your eye?

For me please don’t ever cry

For I hear your every sigh

Your beauty still remains in my minds eye

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