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my withering flower, my broken rhyme
i pray when you get this you're still alive
i write to you these words that you may smile
though i haven't seen you in quite a while

someday i know that you'll be okay
it may not be tomorrrow, may not be today
and on that day we'll both be so happy
i'll see you someday in Cincinatee

time is fleeting, or so i've been told
i'm afraid that neither of us will ever grow old
for the fear that our grace should fall
a love that only death could stall

someday i know that you'll be okay
it may not be tomorrow, it may not be today
and on that day we'll both be so happy
i'll see you someday in Cincinatee

i bid you farewell my precious dear
tonight i sleep alone, drenched in tears
by the time you've gotten this, you will be gone
and i promise you that i won't take too long

someday i know that you'll be okay
it may not be tomorrrow, may not be today
and on that day we'll both be so happy
i'll see you someday in Cincinatee