Don't Cry, MomI've stripped the bed Washed the sheets And hung them out to dry This feeling, I'm feeling, is all compelling My daughter's married and left our dwelling And I'm about to cry. I've mopped the floor Wiped the shelves And left them there to dry This marriage, a marriage, my life rearranges Her life, how exciting, needed some changes And I'm about to cry. I've scraped the dishes Washed them well And stacked them up to dry Her happiness, sweet, she is not concealing Life's secrets, to her, are now revealing And I'm about to cry. __Charlotte Keith
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