DIA GUN'S AND ROSES
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
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