- I CAPTURE A TEAR DROP FROM
- MY DEAR DYING LOVING WIFE
- IN A SMALL TINY BOTTLE;
- AND HER TEAR DROP WILL
- ALWAYS BE MY SOUVENIR OF
- HER,
- I'LL CARRY HER TEAR DROP
- WITH ME EVERY PLACE I GO;
- I STAND AT HER GRAVE SIDE
- READING LOVE POEMS FROM
- OUT OF A BOOK OF LOVE
- POEMS,
- I KNOW SHE IS WAITING FOR
- ME UP THERE IN HEAVEN;
- DARKEN CLOUDS ARE BEGINN-
- ING TO HOVER OVER ME AS I
- STAND THERE BY YOUR GRAVE
- SIDE READING LOVE POEMS
- FROM OUT OF A BOOK OF LOVE
- POEMS,
- AND I STILL CARRY YOUR TEAR
- DROP WITH ME IN THAT SMALL
- TINY BOTTLE;
- ITS MY SOUVENIR OF YOU MY
- LOVE,
- I HAVE TO GO NOW MY LOVE
- CAUSE THE DARKEN CLOUDS
- ARE BEGINNING TO HOVER
- OVER ME;
- BUT BEFOR I LEAVE YOU I'LL
- READ YOU ONE MORE LOVE
- POEM FROM THAT BOOK OF
- LOVE POEMS,
- A RAIN DROP HAD FALLEN
- ONTO THE PAGE OF THAT
- LOVE POEM;
- I'LL BE BACK AGAIN MY LOVE
- TO READ MORE LOVE POEMS
- TO YOU,
- AND I KNOW THAT YOU ARE
- WAITING FOR ME UP THERE
- IN HEAVEN MY LOVE.
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- THANKS.
THE TEAR DROP IN THE BOTTLE.
- Written by Charles H. Miranda
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