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Sarah was a seamstress
and her mother taught her how to sew

Made all of her dresses
out of grandfather’s old clothes

With a needle she carried
tied to a thread inside her purse

Along with a few
secrets to the entire universe

I wonder if we’ll ever get together
like I know we can
Darlin’ don’t you know
how I have been waiting
My honey,
think I’m getting sweet on you tonight
Here at the start of Spring
and the end of Winter time

Sarah would grin
a million and one times a day

She would find me flowers
from her walks out in the pines

Had a face that shined
brighter than a star when skies fall

But not as bright as mine
whenever my Sarah would call